Mabon

It is the Autumnal Equinox. As a self-declared neo-feminist-pagan atheist, there are no gods or goddesses to celebrate and honor, but it is a time to mark change and self.

The light and dark are in total balance. However, summer is over and fall has begun. The harvests have been brought in, and we should be thankful for the plenty. We have enough. We are enough. Yet, things are beginning to die. The anticipation of the winter is acute, sad. At the same time that the death and darkness begin, the autumn growth are scattering their seeds for next years spring.

It is a time to give back, as simple as Roommate and I walking through the neighborhood at sunset picking up trash. It is a time to take in the last moments of summer sun, as simple as being aware of the sunset- tv, radio, computers all turned off. It is a time to honor those wrongly imprisoned, particularly those imprisoned for their beliefs. This is as simple as talking about Jena.

So blessed be for the autumnal equinox, the end of summer, the beginning of fall, the scattering of seeds, the blance, and the paradox.