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There’s Something About the Equinox
Spring, Self-Love, & My Celebration of the Wheel of the Year
It’s the first week of April and I’ve completed all the little ritualistic acts that I perform at the change of the seasons, little things to remind myself that I am a part of nature, not apart from her.
I wrote about it last year, at the autumnal equinox:
I’ve redecorated…
“…my altar and my lair (as I’ve christened my basement bedroom/yoga/meditation room) to mark the changing of the seasons. I’ve bought inexpensive seasonal decor (think acorns and fall leaves or sunflowers and poppy garlands) and spent a few hours just cleaning and rededicating these sacred spaces in my life. I’ve come to anticipate that quarterly time with joy. Having done this for a year, I can confidently say it’s contributed a lot to my spiritual practice, though it’s difficult to articulate exactly why it’s so powerful. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that it puts me more in touch with the natural world and her changes. There are subtle energies constantly at work that we simply don’t understand (it wasn’t that long ago that electricity hadn’t even been imagined, after all). Maybe honoring those energies helps me align with them and live in that elusive flow I’m always seeking.”