Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
Wishing everyone a very happy and blessed Equinox! At this point of balance – this time of equal light and darkness – may you find your equilibrium and that magical place between the inbreath and outbreath; a gentle, mindful pause before the season turns towards the rush of summer or the release of winter.