Mabon September 23rd, 2023

This year has been quite the transformative one. There were many gifts to be grateful for and there were many resentments to be settled. I found myself struggling to be in the spirit this year with my minimalism availability. Between my dearest husband and I, we have hit a moment of lows, a moment of defeat and a time of the deepest of faiths. Mabon is a time of gratitude. The Thanksgiving of the Witches. A time to celebrate the balance within our realm and knowing it will always cycle through. We can surrender to the current and allow her to guide us onward. We can trudge through the rapids and bring ourselves back to our Source. It is a time of rest, of rejoice and indulging in the fruits of your labor.

This season brought me through a cycle of closure. A closure of another old self and another old life. Another old trauma, another layer of the wound to heal. Death after healing death. I am unsure of where to go or what is to come from this new cycle. I feel transformed and yearning for my dreamiest of dreams. I do not wish to give up. However, deep within the unknown, the anxiety of trust becomes louder within me. I cannot look back. The deal cannot be undone. And, so I must wait.

For Mabon this year, I was provided with a lovely supply of fall favorites by my beloved Advisor, Chibbs. I had become distraught over the inability to create a feisty course this season. Chibbs understood what that meant for me. I was shown with such genuine love, from not only a friend, but a soul family member. The action itself spoke more clearly to me than any other verbiage spoken. I was able to create a Classic Butternut Squash Soup, Candied Sweet Potatoes, Stuffed Roasted Chicken and Garlic Oil Buttery Bread. A true moment of gratitude for all the love and support that is always right in front of me, regardless of how dark the storm may seem.

This year my ritual was significantly simplified. Due to a horrible year of mosquitoes, we were unable to tolerate any time with a bon fire. Due to exhaustion, turmoil and depletion our grandiose sex rite was not performed. This was the most mundane seasonal ritual of my witch path thus far. It has been infuriating to see just how difficult society makes the simplicity become. It is obnoxious to think that wanting quality and standard makes you greedy. I have said it once, and I will repeat it until I am dead. Luxury should be the standard for us as a people, as a planet. And luxury does not always look as it is presented to you through Hollywood facades. I digress, this is not a time to rant on collective imperfections. However, sitting within those feelings, on a day that I typically demonstrate giddiness for, it was an amazing reminder. A reminder to be grateful for the company you keep, grateful for the little moments and grateful in understanding that; riches do not always make you richer when there is no love to share within it.

I am so abundant with love, the economic hardship seems like such a silly stress. A pesky stress that is as annoying as a mosquito. My Mabon Wisdom is in that I do not desire wealth for any form of showboat nor brag.. not for any sense of approval nor people pleasing tendencies of my past.. but to be free enough to be the best self I can be to the people I love and who love me.