Over the weekend we crossed a threshold together.
Some of us were relieved, and others maybe not so much.
Either way, it was the Autumn Equinox.
Our dear Earth floated level in space for a day, and now she tilts this hemisphere slowly away from the sun.
We are in the Deep, Dark half of the year now.
In the same way we wouldn’t bring a down jacket to the tropics, some things fall away now that we’re here.
And other things, like mysticism, divinations, and ritual, become de rigueur.
Here is a poem about the waning green, and some classes & events that’ll help you align with the season.
a poem for the waning green
eyes, drink in this green.
it’s short lived at this hour,
with the gold and russet
waiting in the wings.
the green world,
a full scene of photosynthesis;
maker of dappled light,
tinged now with blushing dogwood leaves
and the odd electric orange maple leaf.
drink, drink, drink in this green
like the bear
feasting on acorns
to hold her
through the dreaming winter.
— by Katie Vie