Stasha Ginsburg on the Living Mystery That Infuses the Equinox

I appreciate the following words of Stasha Ginsburg, first published on her Facebook page, The Wild Matryoshka, on the autumnal equinox of last Saturday (September 23).

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Equinox is a living mystery infused with life/death/life force. A wheel goes around and around. A spiral evolves.

Snakes who shed their skins know the truth of ancient mysteries. Belly to dust. Skin to soil. Soil to soul.

We turn and churn and are woven within and without. This life, a temple for remembering, a vessel for transformation, a song of becoming.

Seasons. Opposites. An ancient cross before the church said so, marking points on a map, on the songline of a year. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter.

Each season a seasoning. An entering. A kind of mating call. To listen. To the beloved. Within and beyond. To the sacred keeper of time. To the Sophia in natura. To the divine intelligence. To the Divine.

We shed stories like snakes shedding skins. We court shadows. We court the light. In fall, the letting go. But also, the striving for light. Holding stars in our eyes, in our hearts. We believe more than the stories they tell us.

We are the new stories growing new skins.

– Stasha Ginsburg
via Facebook
September 23, 2023

See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• Autumn: Season of Transformation and Surrender
• A Time of Transformation
• Autumnal Thoughts and Visions (2022)
• Autumn . . . Within and Beyond (2021)
• Autumn . . . Within and Beyond (2018)
• Autumn . . . Within and Beyond (2016)
• O Sacred Season of Autumn
• “Thou Hast Thy Music Too”
• Autumn Psalm
• “This Autumn Land Is Dreaming”
• Autumn’s “Wordless Message”
• Autumnal (and Rather Pagan) Thoughts on the Making of “All Things New”
• Brigit Anna McNeill on Hearing the Wild and Natural Call to Go Inwards

Image: Maxim Sukharev.