Dear
Friends,
On this Autumn Equinox, what's in the balance?
Harvest time is here; what have we sown? What will we reap?
May the fruits of your labors be bountiful and especially blessed this year.
Go ahead. Change.
I keep coming back
to balance, stare down
night with light, upright
truth's plumb line, align
center's inevitable
morality.
©photograph & text copyright Margaret McCarthy 2018