The Equinox has come and gone, and yet summer light lingers on in soft warm pools. Shimmering within translucent pink petals, and in long streaks between the shadows. The light is low and long, reaching in and below awareness, touching surprising angles, and all the time winter is hovering at the edges. In the mornings the light is too thin to keep the mist and frost at bay, and slowly the summers flowers are falling into decay. Look closely and you will see the unraveling edges of the year, and yet in the full bright light of midday, summers beauty still holds sway.
The bees and butterflies stumble on between flowers, nectar drunk beyond caring that the balance of the year has tipped. Drinking in this dream laced light we might forget too, that winter is brooding within the dark heart of the deepening shadows. She is patient and can wait for this last flurry of petals and perfume. But the balance has tipped and there is more darkness than light in the day, and we lit candles last night for the first time since Spring. All good things must come to an end, to make way for the next wave of beauty and change, but just for a week or two it’s as though we have held off the turning of the year. Lost in a dream of endless summer light…..
…..we almost forget that we need balance. To dip into winters darkness sweetens the growing light of spring to come. Like the flowers we can regather our energies and reserves as we turn inwards into winters quiet space to think, emerging refreshed and ready to grow again once winter passes. The balance lies in the soft steady rythm of the change. Can you embrace the balancing act or will you resist?