Meaning: The Autumn Equinox, a time of reckoning and balance, the fall of the golden son

Weigh your harvest—light wanes.
The Equinox tilts us toward shadow.
Balance is no longer given—it must be made.
The Bright One bows and begins His descent.

Write what you’ve gained this year.
Write what you’ve lost.
Fold the paper. Burn it.
Ash knows how to keep both.

This is not sorrow—it is the honoring of turning.
Like Baldr, like Freyr, like the golden leaves,
the light falls not in defeat, but in rite.

Tonight, walk the line between candlelight and silence.
Say: “I hold both.”
That is balance—not peace, but presence.