Equinox Musings
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Hello friends, It’s the time of the equinox, which means the sun appears to rise and set due east and due west. Also, day and night appear to exist in equal measure. It is a time of balance. A time to pause and reflect. Time. I keep repeating that word. As I approach my sixtieth revolution around the sun—yes, I was born just past the autumnal equinox—I feel the acceleration of time. But I also notice the steadiness of life itself. In youth, time stretches, yet life itself often feels unstable. At this phase of my life, though time passes more quickly, my days have an equilibrium they did not have forty years ago. I appreciate that, especially in the midst of global upheaval and uncertainty. On one of my walks this week, I paused to snap a photo of a pale dahlia flower. It was only upon looking at the image later that I noticed some of the petals looked chewed on and ragged. The flower was still beautiful and whole enough that it made me pause, all the same. And isn’t that a metaphor for us all, no matter our age? Life can tear at us, leaving us feeling raw, ragged, or simply worn down. Yet none of that takes away our beauty, or the beauty of this moment, right now. So, this equinox season, I hope we all pause, take a breath, and remember we are beautiful, no matter how rough we may sometimes feel. Beauty, like time, persists. Best wishes — Thorn
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T. Thorn Coyle
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