Semester after semester the professor and her students and the rocks and the laughing yoga frog continued their dance.
Students went through her class and off into their lives to become mothers and warriors and dentists and engineers and artists and philanthropists and musicians and whatever else seed that was planted in their soul and watered by experience and nurtured by hope.
The professor came and went day and day into her office life and back into her mother life.
Every day she was thankful to the universe and her creator that she had an office, this office with crystals and rainbows and frogs and stones and students.
And through it all, day after day, semester after semester, year into year, the laughing yoga frog stayed planted in tree pose, silent, strong, balanced.