Two of my students held hands in savasana today. They lied diagonal on their mats so they could reach each other, and when I invited them to bring some movement into their fingers and toes, they wiggled their fingers in each other’s palms. This quiet, sweet offering of affection struck me. As we walk through our days reciting our stories and abiding by imaginary walls, we have the ability to cut through all of it with TOUCH. Touch brings us into the moment, comforts, soothes, excites. In happiness and in discomfort, can we offer a hand, a hug, a squeeze? Can we linger in embrace and take it in? Can we [literally] hold on to the people we treasure and celebrate the relationships we hold so dear?