I’m not sure how it happened, but thanks to some miraculous turn of events, three students came to my class this week. THREE! I probably would be a little freked out if I were to walk into a yoga studio for class the first time and the teacher—waiting patiently in an empty room and staring at the door—were to jump up off her mat, applaud, and cheer: "Yaaaay!!rquot;. Nevertheless, this is the greeting my new students received.

In fact, I was so elated that there would actually be a class this week that I pretty much forgot about everything that’s supposed to happen before class starts. I didn’t have the students sign in—which wasn’t such a big deal because we can do that at the end. I completely forgot the bit of yoga philosophy I had planned to start the class out with, so that part didn’t go as planned’also, not really the end of the world. My biggest oops, however, was that I neglected to ask if there were injuries until halfway through class. (Luckily my 13-, 15-, and 16-year-old students are still supple and relatively free of injury, so I managed not to break any of them.)

Other than that, class went beautifully. I probably gave too much instruction (classic beginning teacher mistake) and I know that my sequencing was choppy at best, but none of that really matters at this point.

I challenged them, and I think they all left the class with a sense of accomplishment. I helped all three girls into Adho Mukha Vrksasana (Handstand) at the wall for the first time. (Thank goodness my training prepared me to do this without being kicked in the face.) I even took requests for next week’s class, so things are looking promising.

I left feeling fulfilled and grateful for the experience—what a true blessing it is! I guess the real test will be how many of them show up again next week. I have fait that when they’re ready—and when I’m ready—the students will come.