Another Black man has been killed by the police. Another restless night. Another weary morning. On days like today, I am grateful for my yoga practice. I practice almost daily, and it helps to stabilize my mind and my mood. I practice in the summer and in the winter. I practice when I feel like it and when I don't. I practice alone and in class. Even on days like today when I'm grieving, I practice. It doesn't change the situation. I'm still a Black woman in America. I'm still angry. But on the mat, I breathe, and I try to continue my practice when I step off the mat and back into the world.