Showing posts with label Equinox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Equinox. Show all posts

Sunday, August 23, 2026

Trying to Schedule the Equinox

Mary and I have just a few days left this year when we can get together by telephone and perform our 1980s-style rituals. I was trying to find the exact times of the remaining equinox, cross-quarter day, and solstice.

Instead of telling me, “Here is the time of the equinox in Greenwich,” and allowing me to perform subtraction like an adult, Google told me it would occur at UTC−0500 in Texas-- and also at UTC−0500 in Connecticut, which I’m pretty sure is impossible.

So: what the hell is UTC?

It is, for ordinary human purposes, the modern successor to Greenwich Mean Time. GMT was based on mean solar time at Greenwich. UTC is based on atomic clocks because, inconveniently, the Earth does not rotate with perfect regularity.

And why “UTC” instead of something intelligible like “Coordinated Universal Time,” abbreviated CUT? Apparently the international timekeepers compromised between English and French abbreviations.

Fine. Whatever.

But this made me wonder why anyone needed to know the time somewhere else before cell phones or even telegraph lines.

I assumed Greenwich must have been important because it was a port. Close, but not quite. Greenwich was home to the Royal Observatory, founded in part to improve navigation. Sailors needed astronomy and accurate clocks to determine longitude at sea.

British navigators carried marine chronometers set to Greenwich time. Suppose the chronometer said it was noon in Greenwich, while the position of the sun told you it was 2 p.m. locally. That two-hour difference told you how far east or west of Greenwich you had traveled.

So Greenwich time had a very practical purpose: it helped sailors figure out where the hell they were.

By the nineteenth century, railroads and telegraphs made standardized time useful on land too. And in 1884, an international conference adopted Greenwich as the prime meridian.

Perfectly comprehensible:
Here is the time in Greenwich, England.
If you live somewhere else, add or subtract some hours.

Then modernity gave us UTC−0500.

And because that isn't complicated enough, most of the United States changes its clocks twice a year. Hawaii doesn't. Most of Arizona does not. The Navajo Nation in Arizona does. The Hopi Reservation inside the Navajo Nation doesn't.

So UTC−0500 can describe Texas in summer and Connecticut in winter, while in the southwest you can change clocks (if you're in the know) every time you cross a border. I once arrived an hour late for Torah study in New Mexico because I didn't re-set my watch on the road.

Britannia, please rule the clocks again!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Prayer, Ritual, and Water for the Birds


Years ago, I interviewed a number of women and asked them about their prayer lives. Each one told me her life's story. 

I wondered why they didn't address my question. Were their prayers too personal to share? Were their experiences indescribable? 

I considered the project a failure, but recently I realized that I'd been presuming to know what prayer is.

Maybe by telling me about their lives, they were telling me about their prayers. Maybe prayer isn't something you do while holding a siddur or while pressing your palms together. Perhaps prayer is more than the words you say to the unknowable. Maybe prayer is how you live and aspire and grow. 

Ritual doesn't need to fit into a mold either. My friend, Mary, and I had only a couple of minutes to plan our Equinox ritual today. There was just a little bit of form to frame our spontaneous celebration-- and our ritual was wonderful.

And also, for me, there's a daily, summer ritual. I'd forgotten about it until last week. I saw the first quail of the year, so I put tin, pie pans in depressions around my yard and filled them with water. Since the rims are at ground level, baby quail will be able to drink from them. 

As in other years, I fill them as soon as I wake up each morning. It's a simple ritual, and not "spiritual," but starting the habit again put me into a different consciousness.

Soon, the hummingbirds will return and I'll put out feeders for them, and for the bees and butterflies.

from pinterest.com