The Wheel Turns: The Autumnal Equinox

 

Whispers of the Equinox: A Turning of the Year

Honoring the turning of the wheel and the gifts of the harvest.

Twice a year, the sun pauses in perfect balance. On the autumnal equinox, day and night stand as equals, just for a breath, before the long shadows of winter begin to grow.

For the ancient Celts, this was no ordinary day. It was a turning point, a threshold between light and dark. The fields were heavy with fruit and grain, and the people gave thanks—for abundance, for survival, for the mysteries of the earth that fed them. They knew the balance would not last. Soon, the nights would claim more of the sky.

At sacred sites like Loughcrew in Ireland, the rising sun poured through stone-carved passages only on this day, illuminating symbols left by hands long gone. These alignments remind us that the equinox was not just marked but revered, a cosmic whisper of harmony and change.

In myth, it is the moment when summer’s bright power wanes and the darker half of the year begins to stir. Life and death, growth and decay, stand hand in hand. The veil between what is and what will be feels thinner, as if the earth itself is breathing in balance.

Today, the equinox still invites us to pause. To ask: What am I harvesting? What am I letting go? Where in my life do I seek balance?

The wheel of the year turns, as it always has. The light fades, the shadows deepen, and yet—within the darkness—the seeds of renewal wait.

Happy Fall,  Y'all.