Fall Equinox

This was a post I made on my LJ back in 2004. As another Fall Equinox rolls around, I was reminded of this post and the people from it who are still in my life. I no longer call myself Pagan, but most of the sentiments I felt then are no less true for me now. Enjoy.

Equinox…

Sometimes I get the urge to do something Pagan-y.  There are these holidays, and I call myself a Pagan, and it seems like a good idea to celebrate at regular times anyway.

Sometimes timing and scheduling works out just right so that exactly the people you want to be with are all there at exactly the same time, even when you only invited them the day before.

Sometimes I forget how much I love to be in the woods, but that first breath makes the wait worthwhile.

Sometimes a want is so great, the anticipation so strong, it seems impossible to finish the journey.  This path had several waterfalls to enjoy along the way, but I knew what was in store at the end, and the wanting was painful.

Sometimes a sight is so beautiful, the urge to be in it is undeniable.

Sometimes water is really, really cold.  I described it to a friendly neighborhood redneck passerby as “pop-yer-nipples-off cold”.  I was stating the obvious.  He had noticed.

Sometimes numbness has a purpose, as the water sufficiently removes any sensation from your legs and ass, allowing you to climb up and over rocks you normally wouldn’t.  Finding a perfectly shaped rock to lay back on and let the spray of the falls shower me means I was meant to be there.

Sometimes being with the people you love, who love you back, in a beautiful place, for no overt purpose is the most powerful ritual of all.  I plan to do it again.  We also recommend pizza afterward.

Tags: Nature, Pagan