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A story about temperance and the spring equinox
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Temperance and the start of Spring
I'm on the sofa in my pyjamas with a coffee and a tarot card, my favourite part of the day.
I hear a noise on our balcony and get up to look outside. A young bird runs back and forth. Not a pigeon this time, pigeons come most days to pick moss from the tiles. No, this bird is a more unusual sight, a young partridge, so I crouch down low to see him.
The bird dashes between my pot of grape hyacinth shoots in a pot and the garden chair with an energy of new life that has no idea what to do with itself. Startled and determined, the partridge knocks into the railings several times before he finds his escape.
I'll be honest, when pigeons come, I tut and shoo them away. But a visit from a partridge is rare. The outer world wants to speak to me and does so via strange birds, cloud formations, funghi and pebbles.
With the bird in my heart I go back to my coffee. The clattering and crashing sounds still with me and make me think of spring energy.
This is Aries season and the light has taken over the dark again. Daffodil shoots break through hard earth. Birds wake up full of song at dawn and I feel the surge of Qi. I crash about, raring to go like the pheasant. The spring equinox is about balance but I feel like the child on the see saw up high in the air. It happens every Spring.
I pick up my journal to write this all down and think of the temperance card. A card of balance.
An angel stands with two cups, one in each hand. In one cup she holds the medicine of winter. Rest, food and darkness. In the other the medicine of Spring. Light, fresh buds and green. She pours winter medicine into spring, spring into winter, winter into spring, spring into winter. She reminds me that each new season must contain the wisdom of the seasons past and that spring equinox is an alchemical invitation into what balance really is.
Balance is not a fixed point, more a constant adjusting to life’s unfolding. Balance is movement rather than stasis. Play rather than perfection. The balance at the spring equinox is the magic that happens when we allow winter and spring to merge rather than separate.
A voice note from my inner cauldron
Voice notes are my digital cauldron. The pot where I give myself full permission to talk about whatever feels right. To make spells. Gather around the cauldron with me if you wish.
