This year has taught me how quickly certainty can disappear: in the body, in spiritual life, and in the world around us. As the Equinox arrives, I’m thinking about what remains when the ground shifts beneath us. I keep returning to community, to the people who show up when we cannot carry ourselves, and to a spirituality sturdy enough for the world as it actually is. Maybe hope is less about believing everything will be okay and more about refusing to abandon one another.