The Autumn started this morning, and I went looking for balance.

                Is there balance in between the fires that charred California, Oregon, and Montana, and the floods that drowned Houston?

                Is there balance between the hurricanes that pound the Caribbean to rubble, and the earthquakes that shook Mexico to rubble?

                Is there balance between the violence we inflict on each other, and the violence we inflict on the Earth? Is there balance between our fearful fantasies and our denial of the horrific realities that other, more vulnerable, populations face?

                Is there balance between what our souls cry out for, and the ‘urge-splurge-purge’ cycles that assure us, continually, that more is more, that happiness is a thing that must be chased after?

                Is there balance between the vitriol of such “fine people” who march for their right to deny the humanity of others, and those who stand up to them?

                I woke up this morning and the season had changed, the wind had shifted, the air smelled of ice despite the sun. I woke up this morning and marveled at how dark the lawn was, how dense the shadow. I woke up this morning looking for balance.

                The Equinox is the moment when day and night are equal, when two complementary and opposing forces that rule our lives come into balance, perfectly equal. It is also the time when some of the most devastating storms rage across parts of the planet.  Where do such fragile things as we, and our works, stand in that balance?

                The Autumn started this morning, and I went looking for balance.