If the summer solstice is about noticing and integrating the sun, its warmth and its bounty, into the darkest parts of our lives (keywords: passion, creativity, creation, rebirth, renewal, action and clarity)….
…then the autumn equinox is about embracing abstractions. The bounty is disappearing, the seeds are beginning to cower underground, the vegetables are being harvested, and the leaves are falling from the trees. Death hasn’t happened yet; it’s in-between waking and sleeping. A kind of “hypnagogic state,” (the moment just before sleep).
To celebrate this equinox, spend a few minutes with Stan Brakhage’s 1963 film Mothlight: a “found foliage” film composed of insects, leaves, and other detritus sandwiched between two strips of perforated tape.”
Take notice: what is dying is alive in this moment.
Gratitude, generosity, giving gifts, letting go…
…embracing negative capability (the ability to exist among doubts and uncertainties with terrific conviction.)
“Death is the mother of beauty” is the oft-cited line of poetry for the Autumn Equinox – but reading Wallace Steven’s entire poem “Sunday Morning” will align you with the sun’s rays, which, at 4:22am this morning (NY time), shone directly over the equator:
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
Be well with it!