Tired. Body tired, mind tired. Exhausted, even.
And yet, somehow I unrolled my mat, and as soon as my body stepped onto it, to my surprise, I started to move. Slow, deliberate movements/repetitive movements/compassionate movements/movements, to my delight. Feeling the strength of my body, my mind I gave permission to let go. Instinct in movement, guided my breath and heart, this evening.
I am so full of gratitude.