This one started on a yoga mat.

I wanted to dedicate my practice to a friend going through something hard — something with a lot of anger. And somewhere between the sun salutations and the warriors, my mind went down a rabbit hole that took me from her relationship, to every relationship, to every conflict, the news, the wars, and eventually — uncomfortably — back to myself.

I have an Aries Moon. I've carried anger through my parents' divorce, through losing my brother, through twenty years with my partner whom I love deeply and still manage to get mad at. I don't want to be an angry person. But why do I keep going there?

The answer that came to me on the mat was simple.

I don't understand.

That's where anger lives. Not in the other person. In the gap between what happened and why we can't make sense of it.

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