Mabon, the Autumn Equinox, is a beautiful celebration of balance and harmony in nature. It's a time to honor the Earth's generosity, express gratitude for our blessings, and prepare for the cozy months of fall and winter.
We all celebrate the coming of the winter season in one form or another. Through different cultures, in many religions, traditions are upheld to bring cheer and joy into our hearts and homes. I find this true in my household. We celebrate the season through natural traditions. I consider it as mixing both magick and paganism, as well as a sprinkle of my own way of honoring the coming winter.
Samhain is, arguably, the most important of the Sabbats practiced by modern and ancient pagans. The end of summer (literally, that’s what it translates to) is here, the fields are bare and the cold is coming. It is a time for culling herds, hunting, final foraging, and preparation. The cycle of growth is over, the time of death is here. The seeds of the harvest are nestled within the earth, lifeless for now but holding the promise of the future.
A day of balance between dark and light (equinox is Latin for equal night) here in the northern hemisphere we are getting ready for spring. The days have been getting longer, up to now still holding more darkness than light but that is all about to change. This year, in Minnesota, we have had one of the snowiest winters on record and the ground is covered in feet of frozen white. It makes it hard to focus on the energies of spring.
Imbolc is traditionally the great festival and honoring of Brigid (Brighid, Bride, Brigit), so loved as a pagan Goddess that her worship was woven into the Christian church as St Bridget. Brigid is a Goddess of healing, poetry, and smithcraft. She is a Goddess of Fire, of the Sun and Hearth. She brings fertility to the land and its people and is closely connected to midwives and new-born babies. She is the Triple Goddess, but at Imbolc, she is in her Maiden aspect.
The beginning of summer begins an important time, for surviving winter is a difficult journey and weariness and a soul deep hunger has set in. In times past the food stocks were low; variety was a distant memory. The drab grey and muddy brown of winter's end perfectly represents the dullness and fatigue that permeates our lives even to this day.