And The Wheel Turns

In the north it’s become fall and in the south it’s become spring, but in either case, yesterday was the day when the light and dark were even.  Ahhhh…the peace of balance…the pause where everything is in harmony and equal…the bliss of a moment between this and that…the complete havoc wrought by everything being upended and beginning to move in a different direction…the transition which puts everything in a blender and you just have to hold on…the disjointedness that comes from having just gotten into the rhythm from the last frakkin’ time everything changed and now it’s different again… Everyone experiences these balance days differently because balance doesn’t mean a cease-fire, it means “both/and”. …