I'd thought it would be fun to go to a yoga class this election night and be with my fellow yogis, but I got a little lost along the way and didn't make it in time. Subconsciously, I think I wasn't really wanting to go because I needed to do my own practice and not do what someone else was telling me.
Instead I practiced mat-free on the deck of my mom's awesome new place in des moines. Down the street, the Iowa Democratic Party was getting ready for its victory celebration. I decided I would put together some poses in an order similar to a class, to see what would come out. In my head I went through the verbal cues I might give if I were teaching the poses.
I tried to focus on sending good energy into the world, especially to Obama and his family. That evolved into feeling grateful at how close we are to true change. I can't call it anything other than praying, praying that things would work out for the highest good for everyone and for the planet. I don't like the word prayer for me personally--it's just not something i do--, but what else do you call it when your whole being is hoping and asking for something to happen? I did a gentle lunar wheel pose and as I pushed up I smiled at the thought that my body was forming part of the letter O.