21/09/2023
Happy Mabon somehow doesn't feel quite right for this liminal time of the year. Cosy? Too trite. Safe Mabon, then; may this equinox find you warm, protected and thoughtful. Everyone in my life seems to be brooding at the moment, on the cusp on change but not ready to make great leaps just at this moment, instead reflecting on things that turned out not to be as shiny as they seemed on the surface and rooting out what needs to go in their life to make way for the seeds and bulbs - literal and figurative - we plant now to store up their energy for the burst of glory we hope for in the spring. This time of year is as important as the flashier points in the calendar.
I've been very quiet lately, but still busy. My focus has been on spell work, with friends bringing me requests that bring us together as muddy hippies over tea, tequila and roses. This is my working plan for the foreseeable. Not birth work, although it may occasionally find me despite my not looking, as it tends to do, but life work.
Autumn to me is a deeper cleanse than spring as I feel compelled to get my house in order ready to make it my almost exclusive habitat for the next five or six months. Bay, mugwort and rosemary sit with the fennel and lemon from a cleansing ritual done earlier in the year on my incense burner to chase away the unwanted shadows and welcome in those that might protect us and instead of my usual libations of wine or whiskey, seeds and dried fruit go into the cup and my own mouth and the ritual drags me out of the funk I woke up in.
Create your own magic, wherever you can.๐ค๐งก๐ค