Equinox

The air is more crisp today.

I have always wondered, and never found answer, why the changes of seasons fall on either the 21st or 22nd of the chosen transitional month. Perhaps the 1st/2nd would evoke too much excitement in our human brains -too many beginnings at once; there would be wild drunkenness and debauchery. The opposite for 30/31 -too many endings; mass suicides. So instead, here it is, ensconced in the middle of a month in hopes that perhaps it will be passed over, missed, lost in the shuffle of just another week.

This year, autumn begins on a Monday, which in my state of paranoia and conspiracy, I wonder was moved to the 22nd in order to avoid this passage marking both the beginning of the week and the completion of a week-end.

I was born on a Sunday -both a beginning and an end. This would seem more significant if it had not already been pointed out in the late nineties by a pop-rock band that every new beginning is another beginnings end. This is not new to my generation.

I rarely miss an equinox. I don't normally celebrate them, what with my own life being intertwined with city living -work, eat, sleep, repeat - but I always notice. If I'm somewhere public, I'll often wish clients or coworkers a happy first day of a new season. If I'm at home, alone, I'll probably blog or otherwise write about it, then cook a new-season-appropriate meal.

This equinox I am at home. I had a good breakfast of fall grains, and am currently enjoying a good hot cup of coffee.

As we begin a new season of thanks, harvest, and giving, I am reminded of the need to live Here and Now, enjoying all that I have, all that is given, and all that I can give.

I wish everyone a bountiful harvest, joyful thanks, and many many warm blessings.

Beginnings

As September starts and the summer dwindles down, I find myself wondering what is coming.
I think it has to do with the school system in North America, such that every September is accompanied by a feeling akin only to New Year's Day; what changes are being made, how can I re-invent myself this time around?
There is actually quite a bit of change happening in the Emily household.
I will be working the same jobs, going to the same school, living in the same apartment, but all in a different schedule.
I will have no days off.
I will have a total of 60 hours at the clinic each month, 72 hours of school work, approx 15 hours of internship, 62 hours at the ballet school, 16 hours of teaching, 24 hours dancing, and however-many hours of externship. This amounts to roughly 63hrs/week working. I should take into account the overlap of homework and other jobs (as there is one job I can do homework while still doing the job), but that is hard to do as the overlap is subjective.
I am a little worried about this, I won't lie.
However, I am reminded by a dear friend at Fate-filled Times that I have done this before, and successfully. I've worked MORE than this and still managed to live, to eat, to breathe, the have drinks, and even party on occasion. It isn't going to be easy.
But it is going to be fun.
I have my cats and my carpets and my fish and my brains I've got these walls around me....
I have my sisters and the men who love us.
I am surrounded by help and support.
I didn't tap into it last time around.

The moon waxes, increase is nigh.
I will drink delicious coffee and remind myself that I am love, loved, beloved.
I will squeeze my cats and remind them of the same.
I will drink delicious coffee with my sisters and tell them they are love, loved, and beloved.
I will offer and accept support to and from my sisters.
And the men who love us.

It's time to start accepting love.