Merry Mabon, Equinox Blessings
At this turning part of the year, with the past solidly behind me, I found myself on the edge of a reflection of years past, nothing solid everything mutable and moving, but still beautiful, and spreading invitingly ahead of me.
It seems to me that because the Equinox marks the halves of the year, growing and dormant It is a time for looking back in thanksgiving and forward with hope, the transitions, or thresholds, that make up the path thru life, from plenty to scarcity and back again; from mental work to physical work and so forth. Flowing slowly from one to the other, the Solstices are reminders to stop, celebrate, plan and prepare.
At some point I decided to begin wishing people a Blessed Equinox, and was pleasantly surprised by most people's response. Unlike our ancestors, we aren't confined by distance or even by climate, we are still admonished that we are not the masters of winds, weather and waves. the length of the day, the amount of sunshine and blue skies still effects our moods, as we move through the seasons. We are now much more free to enjoy the changing world, still finding some seasons less comfortable, less happy, or more enjoyable. For our ever increasing separation form nature,the changing seasons might be hardwired into out souls and moods.
At this turning part of the year, with the past solidly behind me, I found myself on the edge of a reflection of years past, nothing solid everything mutable and moving, but still beautiful, and spreading invitingly ahead of me.
It seems to me that because the Equinox marks the halves of the year, growing and dormant It is a time for looking back in thanksgiving and forward with hope, the transitions, or thresholds, that make up the path thru life, from plenty to scarcity and back again; from mental work to physical work and so forth. Flowing slowly from one to the other, the Solstices are reminders to stop, celebrate, plan and prepare.
At some point I decided to begin wishing people a Blessed Equinox, and was pleasantly surprised by most people's response. Unlike our ancestors, we aren't confined by distance or even by climate, we are still admonished that we are not the masters of winds, weather and waves. the length of the day, the amount of sunshine and blue skies still effects our moods, as we move through the seasons. We are now much more free to enjoy the changing world, still finding some seasons less comfortable, less happy, or more enjoyable. For our ever increasing separation form nature,the changing seasons might be hardwired into out souls and moods.
