Heart Full

So now it’s over. I have a couple loose ends left, some observations to submit, re-take the test in case I bombed it, but I think I’ll be OK. I know it sounds so rehearsed, and by now I’ve said this phrase so many times in my own life, but really ” I can hardly believe it’s all over”. After anxiety ridden weeks of anticipating my class, imagining every which way it could go wrong, it’s over, and it went well. People seemed to respond to my guidance, and assists. My aunt was (as always) fantastic. She did so well, even moving into Urdhva Dhanurasana on her own. I was deee-lighted. And the girls, the girls I’ve shared the last thirteen weeks with were extraordinary.

Every weekend, not only was I learning something new about yoga, but something new about life from each of the girls in class. And they all, until the very end continued to suprise me with their wisdom, and grace. For example, my last class. I assumed this class would be gentle and meditative, because the teacher-trainee is gentle and thoughtful. After a challenging morning my body ached for a restorative. Instead, I found myself shamelessly sweating and collapsing into child’s pose, somehow manging to resist the draw of the DIY svasana. I could not WAIT for the margarita. Yet even if my body was done, I was so happy and proud of her, and of the class she presented. I liked that it was invigorating, challenging, and yet retained its’ Rose-ness. The other classes I participated in were all uniquely memorable. Probably because each of the girls who presented it is special.

These last three months I felt like I had gone back to highschool, where all of my friends were girls, and we didn’t really have to deal with the complication of boys. Already I miss my weekends with them, and the liveliness thier personalities. And even if we didn’t hang out much during our teacher training, I have a feeling we’ll see each other again outside of the studio if only to:

• Marvel at the length of War and Peace, in Spanish – courtesy of Padmasana’s weekend reading
• Do our first Kaya Yoga cross word puzzle – courtesy of Pincha Mayurasana’s bedside reading.
• Figure out how to start my own small business and survive – courtesy of Ganesh
• Get in the best shape of my life – courtesy of virasana.
• Finally learn how to actually pronounce all the anatomical terms- courtesy of Urdhva Vrkaskana
• Be prepared for any eventuality that may occur in my class, including how to say eka pada rajakapotasana
• Watch bakasana turn into a scorpion, because this is as close as I’ll ever get to actually doing one myself
• Admire hanumanasa’s smile, because everyone else is, except maybe herself.

I can’t recommend my experience enough, or the women who shared it with me. I’m already planning on a reunion.