This day brings light and dark into perfect balance. Not as an abstraction, but as a felt truth in the soil, in the song of the birds, in the particular quality of this morning's light. The Celtic wheel names this threshold Alban Eiler , the Light of the Earth, a moment when the green world does not ask permission to return. It simply returns. The crocuses do not consult the news cycle. The sap does not wait for peace to be declared before it rises. This is the ancient, stubborn, prophetic...

And by “balance,” I don’t mean a flattening of ourself, a toning down or some buzzword for wellness. It’s not a domestication of our aliveness, emotion, or power, but instead a radical acceptance of all the parts of who we are into a synthesis.

Tonight, around 11 pm EDT, the earth's axis and orbit line up so that both hemispheres are balanced to receive an equal amount of...