Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The Strangest Autumn Equinox
I often shout about Autumn Equinox as a time to pause and reflect; to soak up the reds and golds of the turning season and to sigh in the sun before it goes away.
This year, it feels a little condescending to do that. So many of us are struggling because of the current pandemic, either financially or emotionally, or sadly in many cases, physically due to ill health. I hope this equinox carries with it the energy you need to see you through your troubles, and hands to help where needed. May we be resilient during this turn of the wheel, but forgive ourselves and be kind to ourselves because there’s no precedent for this, and despite the cliché, it’s really okay to not be okay right now.
If all is well with you and yours, then that is joyous and long may it continue.
Here is a poem from last autumn about how my toddler manages her mood. It feels apt, although she’s older now and slightly more temperamental! Enjoy 🍁
https://mabhsavage.com/2019/09/18/intermittent-cloud-some-showers/
Mabh Savage 