Mabon, Alban Alfred, Equinox (2023)
Happy Turning of the Year, Everyone!
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Welsh Folklore
Black cats, often considered banes and the companions of dark entities elsewhere, are welcomed in Wales as felicitous granters of bright fortune and good health.
"Cath ddu, mi glywais dd'wedyd,/ A fedr swyno hefyd,/ A chadw'r teulu lle mae'n byw/O afael pob rhyw glefyd."
"A black cat, I've heard it said,/ Can charm all ill away,/ And keep the house wherein she dwells/ From fever's deadly sway."
- Welsh folk-lore: a collection of the folk-tales and legends of North Wales by Elias Owen, 1896
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Candles in the darkness. The smell of cinnamon rolls. Soft, warm blankets. The way the golden wheat fields undulate in the wind. Rain clouds sweeping across the countryside. Crimson leaves dancing in the breeze. Bluejay calls in the forest. Sunlight through golden leaves. Tightly knit cardigans on your skin. The taste of meat, carrots, and potatoes. Warm cider, the spices tingling your tongue. Distant roll of thunder on a Sunday afternoon, petrichor on the air suddenly. Crunching of leaves underfoot. Sticky caramel enveloping juicy apples. The warmth of a bonfire on a chilly evening. The sliminess of pumpkin innards. Crisp autumn morning air. The cascade of colors in the forests, the valleys, the fields. Leaf piles. S'mores. Hot chocolate. Soup. Whipped cream on pumpkin pie. Warm baked apples and golden crust. Soft flannel. Sturdy boots. Brown leather and suede. Maple syrup on fluffy waffles. The numbness if your fingers as you sit outside, enjoying a chilly autumn day...almost too much to bear, but it's so gorgeous outside you'll endure anything to take in its beauty. Watching Halloween movies. Eating warm comfort foods with loved ones. The smell of woodsmoke on a crisp afternoon. Leaves floating down a crystal clear stream. Butter on sweet potatoes and squash.
Warm foods. Cozy blankets and sweaters. Breezy golden mornings, drizzly afternoons, and crisp clear evenings. That's what autumn means to me.
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It felt SO GOOD to see my one IRL Pagan friend today. He asked about my plans for Equinox, and we chatted about how amazing and comfy the dark half of the year is, and we said goodbye with "Happy Equinox."
It felt like being a REAL PERSON in a life where so much of me is locked in a metaphorical closet.
I decided today that whether it's today, or tomorrow, or five years from now, or ten, or even twenty - someday, I'm going to live my entire life like this.
Today is my first step in walking the Sun Path. And I'm never turning back.
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annual reminder that it's pronounced "map-on" not "may-bon" and also the mabon child doesn't really have anything specific to do with fall - if anything, he's more important at yule because that's when he re-emerges to begin a new cycle
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Working with the Wheel: Autumn Equinox, or Alban Elfed
We’ve reached the other balance point of the year, when we are moving from more day than night to more night than day. This is the start of astronomical autumn when, due to the tilt of Earth’s axis, the sun crosses the celestial equator moving south and so today has roughly1 equal amounts of day and night.
This is gateway to autumn proper, the end of the harvest time when – as well as giving…
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t'nuah tourney pt 2
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"The air is different today
the wind sings with a new tone
sighing of changes
coming
the harvest gathered
a flower, a nut
some mead, and bread
a candle and a prayer
returning the fruits
in thanksgiving
to the grove
and receiving
it's blessing
again"
Rhawk ~ Alban Elfed (Solstice of Autumn)
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Wishing all a merry and bountiful Lughnasadh🌾🍂🌻☀️🌽🥖🍻🍎
Also known as Lammas, or First Harvest, the name of this festival as Lughnasadh is Irish Gaelic for “Commemoration of Lugh”. Some authors give the meaning as marriage, gathering or feast (in the name of) of Lugh. The meaning remains basically the same: Lugh is the Deity of Lughnasadh, and there is a feast.
Although Lugh gives his name to this festival, it is also associated with Lugh’s foster mother Tailtiu, who is said to have cleared the way for the introduction of agriculture in Ireland, thus linking Lughnasadh to the land and the harvest. It takes place on the 1st of August, a date internationally agreed upon, or on the day of the full moon next to this date, if you want to celebrate when the ancient Celts probably did. Since the Celtic day started with sunset, the celebration takes place on the evening before the calendaric date.
Lughnasadh marks the beginning of the noticeable descent of the Sun into the darkness of winter. From the connection between the Earth (female principle) and the Sun (male principle), the marriage of the Sky Father (Sun God) with the Earth Mother we celebrated at Bealtaine, emerge the fruits of the first harvest of the year. Lughnasadh is a time of joy about the first fruits. It is also a time of tension, because the dark days of winter are coming nearer, and most of the harvest is not brought in and stored away yet.
The God of the harvest is the Green Man (also known as John Barleycorn). He sacrifices himself every year in order to enable human life on Earth. In some areas his death is mourned with wreaths decorated with poppies or cornflowers.
The grain is cut, part of it goes into bread and nutrition, another part is stored away and used as seeds next spring, to create new life. Looking at that, thoughts about sacrifice, transformation, death and rebirth are also part of Lughnasadh. The Deities of Lughnasadh are Danu (Anu), the Mother of Gods and Men, and Lugh, the patron of scholars, craftsmen, warriors and magicians. Lugh is also known as Lugh Samildánach (the Many Skilled) and Lugh Lámhfada (Lugh with the Long Arm).
The essence of Lughnasadh is the joy of life under the knowledge that darker times are moving in. We take in the warming rays of the Sun and store their power for the times coming. At the time we celebrate the next festival, Alban Elfed, it will be fall and the warm summer days will already be a memory. Of course Lughnasadh is a very good time to express gratitude to the Gods and the Earth Spirits for their blessings and gifts that we are now receiving.
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