I wasn’t planning to write a blog post today, but then I discovered it was the autumnal equinox. So, here I am, wishing you a Happy Mabon!
This, my friends, is an important day: it’s one of two times during the year when light and darkness are in balance.
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Mabon marks the second harvest (following Lughnasadh–which I totally missed mentioning and will have to catch next year), to be followed by the third and final harvest, Samhain. Now is when much of the fields’ bounty has been collected and stored, preparing to feed us over the coming winter. Mabon is a time of plenty, a time to reflect upon all that we have created and received; it is a time to share our abundance with others.
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For me, though, there’s more to Mabon. It’s always about this time of year that something awakens inside me that has slept–tangled up in cool, cotton sheets, drowsing lazily–through the long, hot days of summer. There’s an energy in the air; I feel it whenever the wind passes over my skin. It calls to something deep within my spirit, something that stubbornly refuses to give up its innate wildness. Honestly, at times, it’s all I can do to hold myself back from running off into the forest and becoming newly feral. (*It should go without saying that I’d be dragging my kids right along with me into the great wide open. I’ve often referred to them as “children raised by wolves”–we’ve always had dogs–so the way I see it, they’re already halfway to wild.)
With the pendulum poised as it is, ready to begin its swing towards cooler days and longer nights, it’s likely a time that tugs at many of us. Change is afoot. In pagan traditions, the goddess is entering her crone aspect (having already moved from maiden to mother); the god himself is preparing to die, only to be reborn again through the goddess, come spring. Even while some part of me wants to resist this–the leaving behind of warmth and growth, the approaching time of hibernation–the coming darkness thrills me.
You feel it, don’t you? Mabon is like that moment of anticipation, at the top of a great big slide. Everything stops…and waits. Soon, we will slip downward together, into the longer nights, the time when mysteries call to us on the wind. They’re whispering already; I can just about hear them. Shh, listen with me.
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So, then. How do we celebrate such a time, when life hangs in the balance between light and dark? Go ahead and slice yourself a piece of apple pie or enjoy that pumpkin coffee. Bring in any last vegetables from the garden, freeze some fresh herbs to add brightness to your winter meals. We should be cherishing any time spent outdoors; nature is beginning its retreat and has become precious. May I also recommend taking a few minutes to meditate on your own, personal abundance? A run in the forest might be really nice, too; I could always meet you out there, if you’d like.
Whatever you do, remember: the darkness that’s about to rise up? Don’t be afraid; it’s only the other side of the light.
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