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Today – this beautiful August the twenty-fourth – has the feeling of a tipping point. It’s almost as if there is a current, or a stream of biology deep inside of me that feels or knows this.
As though the year is a ball tossed into the air and today is the day when the momentum slows, slows to a halt – there is a pause that is
eternal and only a millisecond – and we fall
back towards the contracting and condensing of the year from which we’ll need to be hurled up again to air and warmth and light.
