“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road; just wakes on the sea.”
“Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.”
The theme of our Autumn Equinox 2014 was regeneration. In Autumn the unpicked fruits of summer lay rotting on the ground so that the seeds can be released. The leaves fall and cover the seeds, protecting them from the chill of winter until the vibrant energy of spring stirs them into life.
We find it hard to observe this pattern in our own lives, as attached as we are to our personal identities. Yet, the smell of rotting flesh creeps into our unconscious minds and we associate Autumn with death. The energy that flows through us and gives us life never dies; it continues in an eternal cycle, through the seasons and greater tides of time. Our lives are never our own.
Within this context we prepared for winter and the coming spring. We did lots of hay rolling to cover the terraces for the vegetable garden and made plans for next year’s retreats.
On the Eve of the Equinox we planned an all-night vigil in the tipi. At sunrise we buried the ashes from the fire that had burned all night in the tipi as Tony read the above quote from Antonio Machado. Returning to the Earth the ashes of the old season’s wood for regeneration.