Few things I love more than Equinox days, than halfway points, than feeling like you’re at a tipping point, and will soon fall over into something new. Few things feel like newness like this, like you’re past the point of no return, from what matters little.
We’re here again, the Autumnal Equinox is today, upon us now, and this is that of harvest, of reaping from all we have toiled over, all we have sowed.
Let’s do this thing…
