Balance. Fairness. Justice. Equality. These are a few of my favorite things. As the middle kid in my family, as a Libra, I have always found it important to spend time and energy 'fixing' things in an effort to bring them to balance. Back to the center.
I want the time I have for myself to feel as abundant as the time I have for my husband and my children. I want the people in my life to experience at least one tremendously satisfying moment for each of the devastating, difficult ones they have lived through. When I envision balance and harmony in my mind's eye I see those scales sitting still. Their edges dead even, the pendulum not swinging a millimeter. That see-saw in the park? I want it to be perfectly balanced so that neither side has an advantage over the other.
As I sat yesterday, contemplating the kaleidoscope of events that have colored my life the past several months, the sludge began to settle. At first when the bartender opens the tap and lets the Guinness flow into a pint glass it is all swirly murkiness. As soon as she sets it on the counter the magic begins. The rich, dark liquid begins to fall to the bottom and the cream rises in undulating waves to the top. I never tire of watching as the two dance their mystical routine. The dance is never the same on this path to finding balance between the two, but balance is always achieved.
I can't hope to find a sacred space of balance without movement. If the scales never tip, the balance means nothing. The teeter-totter is useless without someone to ride it up and down. And even if it is tipped one way today, chances are even that tomorrow when the children get down to head for the swings, it will tip the other way. Nature will find balance with or without me. For every void of space, every painful experience, there will be some positive that rushes in to fill that place. My job is not to force the balance. It is only to be open enough to recognize it when it comes.