Tuesdays and Thursdays, I arrive at Carrboro Yoga midday to sign in and enjoy Ruth’s noon Power Flow class. One of my first chores, and my most favorite, is cleaning the floor. I slowly push the wide dust mop back and forth over the century-old wood. When nails are lifted out, they snag a piece of lint. After the twenty or more slow passes, I come through again, this time with a hammer, to remove the lint and realign the nails. Beyond any analogies about making and overview and addressing the rough edges, it is a contemplative, centering way to begin my time in that space, and a real highlight of my move from teacher to studio co-owner.