When Hurricane Sandy hit, we were among the lucky ones. Our house was spared; but the enormous tree that sheltered our front yard was ripped out of the ground and smashed into the street, taking all the power lines with it. Countless trees in our region met the same fate. As sad as the images were, after a while they began to deepen my yoga practice. I started silently dedicating each vrksasana both to the trees that fell, and to the trees still standing. Life makes space for everything-beginnings, continuity, and endings. So in Vrksasana, I try to let all of it speak through my body, with my standing leg firmly grounded in the earth, my arms reaching spiritward, giving everything up the source, and my torso the open, spacious continuity between the two.