I listen to the wind singing through the trees.
from Letting Magic In (which will publish June, 2023) It’s instead one of the primary bhutas (the five great elements), representing the forces of movement and change within us. But in Ayurveda, wind is not an outsider. Called “the spearhead,” because it opens you up to damp and cold, wind is rarely seen as beneficent. It comes in from the outside, invading the body and causing illness. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, wind is often considered pernicious. Other years, there’s a vast upward propulsion, a huge sense of movement and wind-blown change. Sometimes in late winter, the energy is still small within me, a tiny cotyledon just beginning to awaken and stretch. I sip my tea and turn inward, seeking to find a matching resonance within myself. But the balance has shifted away from winter.
The wind still blowing snowflakes through the barren tree limbs. They’re subtle, now: lavender stems slowly shifting from gray to green, bloodroot testing the air, leaves curled like a tongue. Ascending in spring, descending in fall.)Įach year at this time, I find myself standing by the window, my fingers wrapped around a hot mug of tea looking out at the garden, searching for signs of new life. (If you don’t quite get what I mean, compare what’s going on in nature during the Spring Equinox with what’s going on in nature during the Autumn Equinox. These small moments of stillness and syncing settle something within me I begin to once again feel a part of a greater whole.ĭuring the Spring Equinox, day and night balance each other. Other times there’s reflection-a bit of thinking, writing, or maybe the reading of poetry. Sometimes there’s ritual-a lit candle, a walk on the labyrinth I had built in the woods.
Now, I track the earth’s path round the sun, pausing to celebrate-or at least notice-the equinoxes and the solstices. So, during high school, I instead started celebrating the winter solstice. The Judaism of my childhood never filled this need. I crave a chance to attune to something both ancient and elemental, something that reflects a universe larger than our human concerns. As a person who has distanced herself from organized religion, I’ve found I still yearn for ways to mark the passage of time, to steep myself in rituals that feel more eternal than my mayfly life.
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