Well, Yoga Molly will now be known as Molly, sans Yoga, because tonight was my last class with my mentor and friend. It's bittersweet, because tonight was an unbelievably successful class: I did crow pose successfully for the first time. Molly was proud of me, I was proud of me, and it was total cause for celebration. So much so that Molly showed me a new pose, wheel, that she thought I was ready for while everyone else was doing bridge.
It was a beautiful symbol of everything Molly has taught me over the last year. When I walked into her class last October, totally not knowing what to expect from this yoga business, it was complete fate that brought me to Molly. Now, a year later, she is a friend I hope to have for the rest of my life. She is an amazing spirit, calm and hyper and energetic and sensitive and balanced and quiet. She's a great teacher, both on and off the mat. People who know me will agree that I can be a bit...high strung. Molly--and yoga along with her--has taught me to calm the fuck down once in awhile. That going with the flow is important to good health, and that sometimes it isn't just me--sometimes it's the air, the way the planets align, the season, etc. that make things crazy.
I hopefully will take another class with Molly at some point, and I feel very happy that we've progressed our relationship beyond teacher-student so I'll continue to see her and spend time with her...but for now my time with Yoga Molly has, sadly, come to a close.