A few weeks ago, I learned that yet another yoga studio - the third to which I have direct ties as either a teacher or a student - is closing permanently. I have been at a loss for words, unable to summon the courage to express my grief, my despair, my frustration, my uneasiness, even my gratitude. But these sentiments have undeniably been the source of sleepless nights. In my restlessness I have wrestled with what to do, why this is happening, what is to blame, what to say and to whom, where to take my teaching practice next. I have no definitive answers yet, but I will start with addressing my connection to these places and what they have meant to me.