Giving Balance its Due

And now autumn comes to the Northern Hemisphere. It is, by nature, a time of balance: balance of day and night, balance of light and dark. Across the planet. No extremes. Pure balance. Look for the sunrise due east. Look for the sunset due west. Straight and true.

I had a long essay written about balance and how so many things in recent months, weeks, days, feel completely out of that state of equilibrium. I feel it, and I think many of you do, too. Place it where you wish: within, without, in your home, in your nation. I get it. I ditched the long essay because you know exactly what I’m talking about and I think you know that for me, balance is along the lines of kindness, integrity, respect. I hope we can reclaim these things and know again that we are well.

The Autumnal Equinox comes to Lake Worth and the rest of the US Eastern Time Zone this morning at 9:30 AM Eastern Daylight Time. Image: Justice Holding Scales by Parmigianino. Pen and ink on paper, early 16th century. [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons.


3 thoughts on “Giving Balance its Due

  1. Doreen Thompson says:

    I hope so very much that we can reclaim kindness, integrity, and respect also. I am so sad and frustrated! I pray everyday that the tide will turn.

    • steve Seames says:

      I belive in Divine Providence however we each individually find and hold it Prayer, circumspection, Charity( private and Silent) are the ways that ne=we will regain Civility. When I was at Bowdoin the Motto, “The common Good” was everywhere it is needed now more than ever treat others with the respect you yourself would like. Blessed be, the Divine Providence, and the Dali Lama, for enrichment, courage and the peace that passes all our earthly understanding. Finally, I am so fortunate to have know you and Cole and the Children, many many years you have all enriched my Life beyond words PEACE and Huggs.

  2. Kathleen Maugeri says:

    Oh a big yes! I feel so undone as do many of my friends…politics and the pandemic…a nightmare. We must, even from this deep well, remember Emily Dickinson” Hope is a thing with feathers that perches on the soul, and sings the tunes without the words, and never stops as all.” Keep hope dear ones. We are all here. We are separated for now but not alone. Keep singing. We can hear each other.❤️

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