This year has plunged me, and most people I know, into a state of pure uncertainty. More than ever I find myself feeling out of control, even when I acknowledge that the story I've told myself about how the world works is as unstable as the melting ice caps. I'm familiar with relating to this kind of not- knowing as a spiritual practice, but when the future feels as unknown and terrifying as the depths of the open ocean beneath your feet, it's difficult to really, truly let go.