It sometimes seems as though at this time of year everyone is talking about balance - moreso than at Alban Eilir for some reason, despite all.
Most meditate on how to achieve balance and keep it. Others...
not so much (Grins)
It seems natural to ponder balance at the equinox, to think of how this tipping point between the preeminance of Night and Day might serve as a metaphor for life.
But in the end, much of this discussion misses an important point abput what the seasons have to teach us.
To illustrate, imagine a gyroscope. Get it spinning fast, and set it on the pinpoint tip of its stand, or on a thread. It will stand there, and even keep its balance when you move it. But is it still? Or is it moving?
It's moving of course. Some will point you to the fact the gyroscope is spinning. But I want to focus on something else: the way it wobbles.
As the gyroscope spins, it tips and orbits. And yet - it doesn't fall.
Take it a step further and try this experiment:
Find a place to stand, somewhere safe with no furniture around and a soft base. Put your arms out to the side. Slowly raise one foot - and stand for as long as you can. Close your eyes - focus on what your body is doing.
From time to time, you may find yourself perfectly still, but mostly you will find yourself wobbling. Even when still, with your awareness focused you will see that in fact you're not still - in fact your muscles are working constantly, pulling, pushing as they keep you upright.
More: take a walk in the glorious autumn weather, pay special attention to each step. Notice how with each step you teeter for one moment at the point of balance, then you swing forward and catch yourself on the other foot...then rock forward again to another moment of balance.
Being out of balance is fundamental to motion. What matters is not keeping balance - that's stasis, not life - what matters is the return to center, the constant orbit around a point of certainty.
We need that anchor, it keeps us whole.
But if we make the anchor everything at every time then we stand frozen and immobile.
So cultivate that center, certainly, but don't struggle to stay there. Instead, embrace the motion.
This is the lesson of the Alban: The perfect balance we imagine is a thing of stasis and immobility. The promise of perfect balance is an illusion. The truth is that Living balance is a fleeting moment in a continuum of motion.