Equinox

Growing up, every equinox and solstice I would go with my mom and some of her girlfriends and their children to the nearby mountain. We'd sing songs about Mother Earth, drink hot cider when a cold season was upon us and something cold when the warm seasons arrived.

As a child, this was my normal. As an adult, the most similar invitation I received was one from a local yoga studio to welcome spring in with Vinyasa at 7:00 a.m. - distinct from the other Happy Spring emails in my inbox (welcome spring with 40% off pastels and so forth).

I stuck with lunch-break yoga, but on the way back, I could hear inside my head:

The Earth is our mother
We must take care of her
The Earth is our mother
We must take care of her


I grabbed a latte, but I'd really like to grab a pair of tennis shoes and head to Sugarloaf Mountain.