Day Seven: Where Are My Feet?

Early this morning, I dreamt that I chopped off both of my feet with a guillotine. Ouch! Maybe that's why I couldn't find my center in the today's balancing poses. Ha ha ha! Actually, it had nothing to do with my feet--it was the 56 thoughts running through my head. Eventually I settled down and got my head into being quiet. In addition to being heated, Sunday morning classes are silent. Rached quietly calls out the pose and when to release, but nothing is said in between. It was a lovely way to finish our first week!