I Am Stronger Because of All I've Been Through
[b]The Equinox[/b]
[i]Light And Darkness Fight It Out . . .[/i]
I have written two stories covering both winter and summer solstice, thus covering the polar opposites of my rather delicate brain chemistry, that is extolling the joys of summer, and in turn the craving for light during a New England winter.
Now on Sept. 22nd, we find ourselves in the Equinox, halfway between the summer and winter solstice, There is lots of technical jargon describing this event, but I will spare you from any attempts to give an explanation, but only to say that on that day, the amount of daylight and darkness are equal.
But I care not for any explanation, only that day by day, I am sensing the loss of light. It is in the later afternoon that I fall into a strange in between world as light fades and darkness takes over. The sun is lower, long shadows are cast, and then like a window blind, thwack! It is dark. I am almost glad that it is dark, for it is that strange in between-ness that disturbs me, like an ominous force pressing down on the earth squeezing the light out of it, and finally like a great heavy hammer, nailing the door shut to block the rays of the sun. Good! Let it be dark!
But this lack of light also throws nature into other strange fits. The nights are cool, and the days are warm, like a great battle, the sun during the day must make its presence known, and warm the earth as much as possible before it is blocked by the evening darkness. And then the trees decide it is time to begin their retreat, drawing their sap out of the leaves to store in the roots during winter. The leaves change color, and for some, this is a glorious spectacle, but for me, it is a harbinger of doom that we will soon be visited by cold, wet, snow, and -- darkness.
Woe is me, this is truly a cruel, cruel time of year.
Usually it is when I get to the end of one these crazy rants that I catch myself and say:
" C'mon Monique, get with it for crying out loud. Will you stop it! Snap out of it! You've lived in New England your whole life. You know the program. Stop your whining and sniveling about a little darkness. Goodness gracious girl, you'd think it was the end of the world. Aren't you the one who's always telling us that life is both pain and joy? So, chin up. Count your blessings. You have a supportive family and friends, a roof over your head. What else could a person ask for? So stop the pity party, and wallowing in your own self made misery. Get with it! Be happy! "
There, I feel better now … at least for a little while.
kindly,
Monique
[i]Light And Darkness Fight It Out . . .[/i]
I have written two stories covering both winter and summer solstice, thus covering the polar opposites of my rather delicate brain chemistry, that is extolling the joys of summer, and in turn the craving for light during a New England winter.
Now on Sept. 22nd, we find ourselves in the Equinox, halfway between the summer and winter solstice, There is lots of technical jargon describing this event, but I will spare you from any attempts to give an explanation, but only to say that on that day, the amount of daylight and darkness are equal.
But I care not for any explanation, only that day by day, I am sensing the loss of light. It is in the later afternoon that I fall into a strange in between world as light fades and darkness takes over. The sun is lower, long shadows are cast, and then like a window blind, thwack! It is dark. I am almost glad that it is dark, for it is that strange in between-ness that disturbs me, like an ominous force pressing down on the earth squeezing the light out of it, and finally like a great heavy hammer, nailing the door shut to block the rays of the sun. Good! Let it be dark!
But this lack of light also throws nature into other strange fits. The nights are cool, and the days are warm, like a great battle, the sun during the day must make its presence known, and warm the earth as much as possible before it is blocked by the evening darkness. And then the trees decide it is time to begin their retreat, drawing their sap out of the leaves to store in the roots during winter. The leaves change color, and for some, this is a glorious spectacle, but for me, it is a harbinger of doom that we will soon be visited by cold, wet, snow, and -- darkness.
Woe is me, this is truly a cruel, cruel time of year.
Usually it is when I get to the end of one these crazy rants that I catch myself and say:
" C'mon Monique, get with it for crying out loud. Will you stop it! Snap out of it! You've lived in New England your whole life. You know the program. Stop your whining and sniveling about a little darkness. Goodness gracious girl, you'd think it was the end of the world. Aren't you the one who's always telling us that life is both pain and joy? So, chin up. Count your blessings. You have a supportive family and friends, a roof over your head. What else could a person ask for? So stop the pity party, and wallowing in your own self made misery. Get with it! Be happy! "
There, I feel better now … at least for a little while.
kindly,
Monique
51-55, F
