Hovering on the fulcrum

Today's the equinox; autumnal for us northerners, vernal for the southerners.

All about that breathless moment of pause, of hold...hold....hollllllldddddd (ahem, Braveheart reference anybody?).....whereby everything sits in momentary equilibrium and balance.  The fulcrum and also the point of change.

Speaking as a northerner, and thus one who is experiencing the autumnal variety here, this feels like the release after holding my breath.  The pursed-lipped exhale that brings tension relief and now I can look to the spiral gracefully and gently going inward.

Little old introverted me loves this stuff.

Gives me license to tinker and putter and wrap up those outward expenditures of show and expanse, with happy thoughts about drawing in and collecting my dragon's horde of projects for the cooler, more homespun months ahead.

My first witchy teacher was constantly telling us "look at what Nature is doing" and in this case She is having her wicked way with the temperatures.  Full of hot flashes and night sweats, then surprisingly cool breezes that carry the scent of wood smoke and apple cider.

Farmers in my area haven't yet started their final culling of the soybean fields and corn, but oh you can tell it is not far off.  Their farmstands have changed over from towers of tomatoes to pyramids of pumpkins and gourds.  They too are pushing on these dog days of waning sunshine that your circadian monkey-brain already feels is calling up dusk earlier each day.

I cannot wait for the color show in the next few weeks. Am anticipating the crunch of leaves underfoot and that way that only autumn wind seems to like to tangle my hair into well-appointed knots that the fae have tied for me, no doubt.

Something about autumn brings up pangs of witchiness, doesn't it?  Sure there's the anticipation of Hallowe'en and all that commercialized green-faced silliness.  But maybe it is the innate call of the Wild Hunt too, peering out through the shiny black branches and multicolored leaves that stirs something deeper, darker inside.

When the balance topples over into the first WHOOSH!! of reaping, calling back and bringing home again the rewards of what was sown, gathering and finding treasures in the astral nets...better than a fun size Snickers any day.