I was living in New York City on the 11th of September, 2001. That day also ended the relationship with my first live-in boyfriend in a sea of tears and hurt. A little less than a year before that, I had started practicing yoga regularly at a little studio called Go Yoga in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I was so afraid of falling apart because of the turmoil in my city, and the turmoil in my heart, but I quickly discovered that I was able to move onwards quite easily, that I could