Yesterday was the spring equinox. Today things have already teetered off kilter, each day visibly longer than the night past. The race is on to sow, grow, and harvest before that next, brief, sweet spot hangs in the balance. I spent a decade striving for balance, and failed to achieve it. A loved one describes my moods as 'very Caribbean'; I retort how very English. But it is very true, I am a creature of extremes. The work of this last year seeking the balance of how to let those moods course their necessary way through me, while shielding my children from their peaks and troughs. No small feat when they are always with me. No mean feat when I have had to absorb and abate all their emotional storms in turn. How tricky to balance when the scales are tipped against you.
Ostara
Ostara
Ostara
Yesterday was the spring equinox. Today things have already teetered off kilter, each day visibly longer than the night past. The race is on to sow, grow, and harvest before that next, brief, sweet spot hangs in the balance. I spent a decade striving for balance, and failed to achieve it. A loved one describes my moods as 'very Caribbean'; I retort how very English. But it is very true, I am a creature of extremes. The work of this last year seeking the balance of how to let those moods course their necessary way through me, while shielding my children from their peaks and troughs. No small feat when they are always with me. No mean feat when I have had to absorb and abate all their emotional storms in turn. How tricky to balance when the scales are tipped against you.