A hand at my back

I walked in off the street, to a yoga class billed as "Sweet Vinyassa."  It's been a week of new places and new faces, from the moment I arrived last Wednesday night on the doorstep of a friend I'd never met in La Canada, California, to this morning, when I found myself asked to bend over backwards and let go.  

 A week after my book came out, an e-mail appeared in my in-box:  "You and I are kindred spirits," it read, "and we would be fast friends if we were to meet."  Fast forward six months ...