I usually go to a power hot yoga class which is fast-paced flow for about half of the practice. Last night though I went to a very slow, very deep posing class. At one point the instructor came over to me and worked with me personally through a few poses. I’ve never twisted further before. I felt my sacrum open up like a gorgeous, empowered flower.
Today though, it feels like an angry cactus that is yelling “Pay attention to me! I’m a caaaaactus, bitch!”