Yesterday I went by myself to my last yoga class in Ithaca. I suppose the class was a sort of premonition for how next year will be for each of us…after these past years of yoga together, sitting in the same order, the three of us are moving to very different locales (Seattle, Chicago, China) next year. I’m so sad—graduation is such a melancholy time. 

When I settled into savasana, our teacher told us to appreciate the ground for holding us up. I thought of how different next year will be for us, how different our practices will be. I thought of how some people take comfort in looking up at the same sky that blankets all of us, no matter the distance. But I know that for me, distance will be eased not by stretches of sky, but by miles of earth that will support all three of us, wherever we go.

—y