Yesterday, light and dark met in balance.
For just a moment, day and night shared the sky equally. Then the tilt carried us into longer evenings and shorter days. The equinox is a pause in the turning of the seasons, and I feel its pull every year. It reminds me to slow down, to notice, to listen for what this balance stirs within me.
There’s something tender about this threshold between light and dark. The days are still warm with traces of summer (it will likely hit 80 degrees here today), yet the mornings are crisp with the scent of autumn.
Even Piper the pup has gotten into the fall mood, albeit reluctantly. 😊
The trees have begun their quiet work of transformation, leaf by leaf, as if they know that beauty lies in the letting go. I find myself wanting to mirror that same ease. Trusting what falls away. Trusting what comes next.
Balance isn’t about perfection or permanence. It’s not about holding steady all the time. It’s about the return. The coming back after we’ve been pulled off-center. There are seasons in my own life that have felt luminous and open and others that felt heavier and darker.
Sometimes I’ve resisted those darker seasons, as though they meant I had failed. But the equinox reminds me that light and dark need each other, and that both belong.
There is also joy here, in this season. Not the bright, blazing joy of summer, but a quieter, steadier joy. Joy in the shifting light through my window. Joy in the sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Joy in the space that opens when the world slows down. A joy that doesn’t demand everything to be bright, but one that finds beauty in the whole spectrum of the season.
The meeting of light and dark is not an ending. It’s an opening. A chance to begin again. To breathe into balance. To honor what’s fading while welcoming what’s arriving. To trust that every tilt, every turn, is part of a larger rhythm we’re invited to join.
So as the days shorten and the nights lengthen, I’m learning to hold both. To welcome the shadows as much as the light. Remembering that balance is never final. Joy is never lost. And starting again is always possible.
For anyone reading this – I invite you to reflect on your own life and how you approach this type of change. What does this meeting of light and dark invite you to notice, or release, in your own life right now?