The great Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes wrote much of dreams – idealized notions of how life could-should be. If we consider wakeful dreams to be stretches of the imagination, or nighttime dreams as a chance for the sleep-state mind to stretch out into far reaches of fancy or aspiration, we can practice the "stretchy" aspect of yoga in the same way. We can come to the mat, take some breaths, and stretch our bodies to make space for possibilities, both for our inner lives, and the life around us – yoga practice as a dream offering of ourselves to new, expansive landscapes.

It's been challenging to dream of late, especially in the last eight months, and most especially in the last week. We hope that you, like us, have found some peace after waking up late Saturday morning to election results that promise a near future of healing, love, and respect that uplifts us all.

It's also worth noting: the verse quoted above is followed by the sad and truthful observation of Hughes, a Black man whose life spanned the first six decades of the 20th century, "It never was America to me." Let's stay wide awake to the very real challenges that lie ahead of us as a nation and as a community, and – especially those of us who are most resourced – let's take the gifts of our expansive yoga practice, our long and steady breaths, and share them out where we see they're needed most.

~ Annie Moyer