Autumn equinox.... moving from the light half of the year, into the dark half...
.... from extroversion to introversion... from activity to stillness... I'm reluctant to step through that gateway separating light and dark .... as fading leaves, clinging to trees, so are my own unfulfilled summer dreams, and I fear they will be lost.... yet in the darkness, things unknown are often brought to light...
I must identify the annual from the perennial, the ideas which are "good keepers", and those matters which are best composted...
Nature's seasons will turn and turn, with, or without my consent... the sun always returns, and each year wears a different veil from the last, with different needs, different people, different places...
My very best wishes to you, at the changing of the season - in the South, may your darkness be a fertile bed for your your dream seeds, and in the North, may your dream seeds grow mightily in the light.
