The vernal equinox, which technically was yesterday, gives us a day and night of equal length. The autumnal equinox, on September 22, will also divide the date into equal 12-hour shifts.
There’s something quite calming about these two particular days each year. The juxtaposition of day and night, like happy and sad, or even yin and yang, help me appreciate the balance.
It’s a good time to take a breath, evaluate our lives, and perhaps restore some semblance of order to our personal universes. At least that’s how I see it.
Unlike the first of the year, where we are plummeting off a cliff, fiscal or otherwise, or the solstices, which divide days getting longer and days getting shorter, the equinoxes are mid-way points, like a gentle fulcrum.
My dear aunt was laid to rest yesterday, and I know she’s no longer in pain. My friend Rick’s surgery has been scheduled in the not-too-distant future, and there’s nothing to worry about while we wait for that day to come. My manuscript is steadily progressing, and I’m actually liking what I’m writing.
So for today, at least, I’m feeling centered.
