The equinoxes are about balance. Light and Darkness stand for a brief moment in something approaching equilibrium. Of course, this is a daily occurrence for people living on the equator, and the equinox perhaps has less meaning. Here in the high latitudes, the Equinox has held great meaning since time immemorial.
As a survivor of a catastrophic bout of polio, balance and equilibrium are major concerns for me. Falling is an ever present danger, and as I age, falling becomes more dangerous. I work hard to keep bones fit, but osteoporosis is a real threat for anyone with limited mobility.
This week, I had my yearly visit to the Post Polio Clinic at Spaulding Outpatient Rehab in Framingham, MA. That place is a godsend. Still, I often return saddened or depressed by the news of the day. For the last couple of years the discussion has focused on the difficulties I experience in swallowing, threats to my lungs, and the increasing likelihood I will soon need a power chair for recreational use. (Oddly, the idea of the chair is to save my legs for the times I really want to walk.) I am hard pressed to maintain, or recover balance after a visit to the clinic.
Sometimes I do this well, sometimes not. At my best, I manage to balance on that narrow bridge between overoptimism and despair, exuberance and immobility. I try to remember such balance is also transitory, and forgive myself, and others when we slide into turmoil.