Kiss the World 💋

Tomorrow we head north to Barcelona — a different Spain entirely — but tonight, this. A cozy outdoor café, a small tippy table. Just around the corner, a guitarist strums. Locals lingering over wine, conversation spilling from table to table in Spanish I can’t follow — and it doesn’t matter, the laughter translates just fine. It’s our last night in Granada, and I am trying to memorize every detail.

There’s something about endings that sharpens the senses.

We’ve been here for nearly three weeks — long enough to have a favorite café, a favorite wander past a string of Moroccan tea houses, a feel for when the swallows come out over the rooftops.

And now, with departure on the horizon, I’m watching everything more carefully. The warmth still in the air after dark. The first decadent bite of a warm churro dipped in chocolate, shared across the table with someone I love. The pleasure of lingering in a city that has collectively decided there is nowhere more important to be than here, at this table, sharing this meal.

Hafiz wrote: One regret I will not have on my deathbed, dear world, is that I did not kiss you enough.

I ponder that line a lot. The kissing of it — the world, the moment, the experience. That heightened sense of attention that savoring actually is. Not slowing down exactly, but waking up to what’s already in front of you.

Lately, in a time when so much coming from the world feels heavy or grim, I’ve been drawn to following the Moon Crew. What strikes me isn’t the science or the spectacle of their journey — it’s their tone. An almost reverent excitement, full of wonder and awe.

They spoke about Earth, about all of us on it, with a love that was completely unguarded. Of oneness. Of the beauty of life. The miracle of being alive at all. Something about witnessing their joy, their sense of wholeness, their view of this one shared planet with no lines drawn across it — made me feel it too. That swell of love and gratitude — for nothing in particular, and everything.

Just: We’re here. We’re alive. We’re all in this together.💜

Travel works this way, too, in smaller ways. It washes your eyes. Adjusts your lens. Steps you back far enough to see your life — and wherever you happen to be standing — with more clarity. More color.

This month, we’re exploring the theme of curiosity — on the mat and off. The truth is, yoga has always been a practice of presence, awareness, and noticing. Curiosity is just what noticing looks like when it’s alive. And it turns out, that’s where beauty and joy live. Maybe even hope. (and we sure could use some of that)

So that’s the practice this week. Whatever is ordinary — let it be extraordinary for a moment. You don’t have to be in Spain. You just have to decide to look. To kiss the world a little more than you did yesterday.