The "balance" of the equinox is both an illusion and a lesson.
It's a fleeting moment. It's the fulcrum, the middle of a teeter-totter. As soon as it is reached, it is passed. It's always in a state of passing, never still. There's never a time when balance abides. It is ethereal. A breath. A wisp.
Life is spent out of balance, as nature demonstrates so beautifully. Warmth and sunshine, activity and work, planting and growing were the focus of summer.
Now the teeter meets the totter and we sink the other way into the time of harvest, finishing, completing, studying what we've grown in our lives.
From here on days grow shorter, and nights longer. The balance between the two is only a moment. And then the seasons shift.
We shift too, between outer work and inner work. This is a moment in between that shift, when we pause to bask in, appreciate, and give thanks for what our outer work has brought to fruition.
Every so briefly, we indulge in this moment, which is passing even as it is upon us. We look at what we've grown. We explore, appreciate, and learn from every piece of it before turning our attention more deeply within at Samhain, there to abide until Imbolc.
What's in your harvest?
Enjoy Mabon by Lisa Thiel
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