Happy Equinox, friends. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere the interiority of night is closing in now, shrouding the sun’s light, that outward expression or yang principal of life. This is the Virgo/Libra cusp, two signs that teach us how to look critically at our lives. If you’re like me, you’ve been taking stock of things, re-evaluating what’s working and not working. Let’s give ourselves permission to be patient… gentle. The answers don’t always appear as some grand, sunny epiphany. They arrive in the dark, as a whisper, an aching, an acquiescence in the night.
Image from the playwright August Strindberg’s “celestography” collection, 1893-4. Removing the middle-man of a camera or lens, Strindberg laid out light-sensitive plates directly on the ground to capture images of the night sky.
