02/18/2026
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I always remember my teacher Sophia Diaz saying, whatever you are feeling is what is leaving your body. It rises so it can move. I have held onto that like a lantern this week. God, I love a good teacher.
This morning I woke up and looked at my mountain outside my house. And something in me broke open, but this time into joy. A huge well of it. No fanfare. Just a sudden inner laugh of sorts. I remembered that this is the month of Adar in our Jewish tradition, the month that calls us toward joy. Not denial. Not bypassing. But a deliberate widening toward delight in what is also good right now.
In these absolutely nuts times, it feels true on the collective level too. What is emerging in the world feels like what has to be seen. The fractures, the shadows, the unrest, the utter disgustingness. But what also has to be seen is the other stuff too. The beauty. The ordinary miracles. The fact that we are still here, loving and learning and trying. We can hold all of it.
On the way to our retreat today, our taxi driver gave us an enthusiastic and thorough breakdown of South African politics. It was pretty grim tales of corruption and greed. We nodded earnestly and then kept joking, “and that is why we have to just enjoy the retreat.” It felt both ridiculous and completely sane. The world trembles, and we pass the snack.
Life is weird, folks.
And I am more and more convinced that the relationship we have with our spiritual selves is of the utmost importance when the world around us feels like it is crumbling. This inner tending. This willingness to feel the cloud and then also receive the mountain.……