Friday, September 21, 2012
by Michael Hofferber. Copyright © 1994. All rights reserved.
We lie on the brink of change. Great storms are brewing. This is the week of the vernal equinox, when the Earth stands up straight to the sun before it begins to tilt again, northern hemisphere tipping outward.
At this moment everything hangs in balance. The hours of day and night are nearly even. There's some powerful physics at play.
I remember Oregon Coast fishermen, charter skippers and commercial trollers, standing around the bait shop scolding the weather. The worst storms and the most unpredictable catches occurred at equinoxes, they said. Nasty storm clouds would rise out of nowhere and turn the ocean black, threatening lives. Then, quick as cream in a cat's mouth, the clouds would be gone. Skies would clear. Fish would bite.
Equinoxes are times of special powers. Calendars are created around them; crops are planted by them.
Continued at... Equinox
Out of the Past
Artwork: Encyclopaedia Britannica 1801 Precession Equinoxes