Blog o’ Gnosis

This weekend is, or has been, the equinox. I usually love the equinox. My old circle had a wonderful group journey we took every Spring and Fall, because the balance of the seasons enabled us to go farther along this one road between the worlds than we were normally able to. I savored the feeling of suspension, each moment hanging in time between the dimming and brightening of the world. For once, the constant tilting of things paused and I could feel my being settling into a deeper balance.

Apparently, now the equinox just pisses me off. Last Spring I had several good friends over to my house for a “Day of Hideous Balance” brunch. It was just the right mix of sacred and profane to take the edge off the holiday for me—and no, I don’t believe we had either in any sort of balance. We just seemed to veer from one to the other, accompanied by excellent food and plenty of champagne. No tally was taken of our final mix, but everyone made it home safely. That is my idea of a well-observed holiday.

This time around, it was a very different matter. The entire week leading up to the equinox was unbelievably strange, what with the economy collapsing and so very many men I know going full retard and staying there. On Friday I went into the video store with the intention of renting Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, since my son Bowen is now off to Bolivia. I emerged with a bag containing seven DVDs, in the kind of determined trance that can only mean I am in desperate need of a weekend off.

Fortunately that was just the sort of weekend Jojo was looking for too. So we stayed in, ate badly, watched copious amounts of television, and caught up on at least a week’s worth of sleep. I have to say, it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend.

Monday will start up with more news headlines, and more accounts of unbelievably stupid behavior. We will all be faced with more moments when we can neither speed things up nor slow them down to suit us. And yet we will get up, do what we can do, and try not to lose sleep over the rest.

This is not a balanced world. Sometimes the best way to meet that challenge is to be the balance the rest of the world lacks. Other times, it is good to remember that it can be somebody else’s watch, and the only thing required of us is to slow way down, endure, and watch as many episodes of Sex and the City as is humanly possible.

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