At the end of our etymological adventure is the burnished notion that autumn, both word and the season, signifies the passing of a bright and fertile interval and the waning of another calendar year in what I like to call simply, "the Great Round," the natural cycle of all days and seasons.
One cannot take a walk in village or countryside these days without noticing that the world is changing and changing swiftly. Vibrant colors surround us. In the village, red and gold leaves rain color over streets and paths, the brilliant blue skies overhead contrasting with deliciously rustling drifts underfoot. Geese pass over in vast singing waves, and their happy music fills the sky. At dawn and dusk, deer forage in farm fields, and flocks of wild turkeys stand on the great round bales of hay like sentries. The heat and high sun of summer are waning; plummeting temperatures and long nights are on their way, and winter awaits just over the hill. Let us enjoy these beautiful days while we can, for they are fleeting.
September days are about harvest and abundance, but they are about balance too. The Autumn Equinox on September 21(this coming Tuesday) is one of the two times in the year when day and night are perfectly balanced in length, the other being the Vernal Equinox on March 21.
The expression "Autumn Equinox" describes the day on which the sun passes over the equator on its long journey southward, moving away from our northern hemisphere. Of course things are actually the other way around, and it is the earth that is in motion, as the northern hemisphere tilts away from the sun. Earth's tilting is caused by a slight wobble (or in astronomical lingo, "precess"), and our planet is actually about 23 degrees and 27 minutes off true perpendicular as it spins merrily on its own axis. The wobble determines how many hours of daylight and darkness we receive at various times of the year, and it gives rise to the four glorious seasons that constitute our calendar year.
Mindful that the old is passing away, we harvest the yield of the season, storing the abundance of summer fields with the knowledge that colder, darker, and leaner times lie ahead. For the ancients, autumn must have been a time of frantic activity, anxiety, and uncertainty about winter survival. We moderns have fewer anxieties. We have time to walk among the falling leaves and glory in the magnificent colors surrounding us, but we know we are witnessing a swan song of unparalleled brilliance, a last hurrah before the world falls asleep and gathers its energies for the year to come. Many of the activities we are engaged in at this time of year are ones in which our ancestors were engaged in their time. Across the years, we join hands and nod to each other in greeting, ancestors and moderns moving to shared and timeless rhythms in the great dance of time.
For those of you are passionate about seasonal rhythms, calendar lore and the ways of our ancestor, visit Waverly Fitzgerald online at the School of the Seasons and Living in Season, her delightful ezine. I visit both places often, and I always come away feeling refreshed, renewed and a little wiser too.
1 comment:
Oh, this was wonderful. I didn't know the roots of the word and was interested that way back when - people still looked at this time of year as a time of 'loss, minus, passing.' It makes me feel connected to all people of all time. The balance that you mention is also an astrological one. When autumn begins, so does Libra, which I've always thought of as the sign of balance, or at least striving for it.
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