Equinox reflections

As the darker half of the year arrives once more, sat here with a cup of coffee in hand, sun rising leisurely over the horizon. I hold dear the memories, the laughter, the heartaches, the pure and utter “Fuck it, why the hell nots!!” The lighter half brought me. All the threads that wriggled their way into the tapestry of my being, stitching an indecipherable pattern. I cling tight to this cloth – a blanket for the darker half. My heart fuller and soul settled.

I turn to look in the mirror, see the curvature of my hips reflecting the (seemingly endless) amounts of cheese I ate in Norway, or the strength in my core from holding myself swimming in the ocean. My eyes slightly more wrinkled from squinting at the sun, my skin, weatherbeaten stained like tea. Tanned – a reminder of brighter days I praise the tangibility of living a heartfelt life has taught me, something a ‘neck upwards’ existence could never. 

I return inwards

In my minds eye I run my fingers over the fabric, visualising the array of colours, the bumps, the loose ends. Perfections, imperfections, careless tangles and fine artistry. Each so incredibly intertwined, united indiscriminately by a six month timeframe.Equinox is when I cast off the loom. It’s up to me now how I finish the cloth and whether I choose to stitch over the gaps with my own conclusions.