I started yoga teacher training last night. My back against a wall, feet on the floor, a soft voice of yoga in front of me, the rumble of Kirtan behind. The row of windows to my right let in the twinkle of holiday lights still wrapping the trees and the noise of the street, Friday night in Old Town. At first, I am flanked by emptiness, but before long the circle is full, it and the door closed. Women with intention, all of them speak of a hunger for community and friendship. I feel on the floor in more ways than one, grounded and low, bottomed out. We chant the Ganesh mantra, Remover of Obstacles, Lord of Compassion, and I remember that I am my biggest obstacle. Breathe in, breathe out. Begin again.