After 18 hours of yoga over a three day period, six of those hours very intense, another six quite intense, and the final 6 wonderful: pranayama! — I’m still feeling beat up. As if I’ve been pummeled to a pulp, like a caterpillar melted into her chrysalis state, on the way to becoming a butterfly, but, for now, nearly incapable of movement.
New form and colors? Yet unknown.
So I’m going to take this day off, too.
Bless us all.