One of the most difficult aspects of being a movement based teacher is balancing the epic amounts of physical energy you must exude. You warm-up, you teach a class, you cool down. You warm-up, you teach a class, you cool down. You warm-up, you go through a class, you cool down. This repetition for the body is not conducive to a healthy, rested and productive physical body. In my years of teaching, I’ve continued to learn that my body takes these spikes and drops of activity and neither side of the spectrum is where I need to be however that’s where I mostly live.
It’s moments such as this second as I gaze up at my feet on the wall, my toes poking through the holes in my danced out socks, that I am reminded that my sacred body is my tool, my livelihood, my most important partner, and my first priority. It’s so liberating when you realize that self-care is not laziness, but a great effort in love.