"This morning at 7:21 am PT, the earth will be in perfect balance between sunlight and darkness. This moment is the Equinox, the first official day of Fall. By 7:22 am, the days will start growing shorter, we'll start turning inward, and plant new seeds to nourish."
It might not feel like Fall here in Tulsa (this week has boasted temperatures in the 90s), but I'm celebrating anyway. My birthday is in the fall - I'm turning 30 in less than a month - and this year feels very special to me because it's the first year I feel like we've truly hit our stride as a family.
Our son Tillman is 2, I have another boy due in January, and our marriage has nestled into its sweet spot; thriving and growing every day. We just celebrated our year anniversary of living in this dream home that we worked so hard to get and worked even harder to settle into when we were faced with countless problems upon moving in. We've lost two dear members of our family in this past year. First was our 14 year old Malamute, Chinook and then just 6 months later was my most special dog, a Boston Terrier mix I found on the street as a puppy 6 years ago who I named Ira.
Growing older means letting go. Letting go of so many things that bring us joy, while inviting the things that give our lives context and meaning to take their place . As a yogi, I preach and try to practice as best as I can that we must live a life detached - but I only believe this to a certain degree. A detached life is supposed to free us from suffering. I believe that there are certain things worth suffering for and that loving someone -- whether it be a person or an animal -- is worth hanging on to until you're ready to let go. And you might not ever be able to let go.
This fall, I'll remember the years I had with those two very special animals and I'll remember them fondly, but not without a tinge of sadness. Let us plant the seed to let go, and hold on.