Yes, I know it’s already several weeks into the Mabon season. Or Herfest. We celebrated with beeswax candles and apples and homemade bread. I made a beer and honey bread and took it to a friend’s house, where it was a great hit. Eowyn helped me light candles as I welcomed the new season.
We just had Thanksgiving here, since Canada celebrates that holiday in October. I find it fits well with the season of Mabon. I don’t limit the sabbats to a single day anymore; I try to think about them as a season as well as a special day. The change in the weather that hits right now is fairly dramatic, so it’s not difficult to change gears from summer to autumn. The rains are back. The temperature’s dropped. The nearer mountains have dustings of snow again. The leaves are starting change; some trees are already red and gold, while others are just beginning. I can bake bread without overheating the house, and I’m starting to wear long-sleeved shirts and sweaters again.
On Thanksgiving Day, we took a trip to a local pumpkin patch with Eowyn. She and I went last year, on a school day, when it was quiet. This year, with Beowulf along, the three of us got to see what the place looked like when it was busy. Last year, she was scared of the corn maze and refused to go in. This year, she charged in and followed some other kids all around the maze. She took her time selecting a pumpkin, too. It needed to be small, and nothing seemed to be the right size for her sensibilities until we told her we were leaving now.
I like this time of year. I like the way the weather changes, the way it’s time to prepare for winter. The Mabon prayer I used to open the season this year I found here. It talks about balance. Balance is hard to achieve, but that doesn’t stop me trying to reach out for it.
Balance is hard on the days when I’m so tired I feel like I’ve been run over by a metaphorical truck. Or the days when I struggle with getting things done. When Eowyn is grouchy. When getting up to get her to preschool in the mornings means that I roll out of bed a bare twenty minutes before we need to leave and we head out in a rush.
But sometimes it happens and the world feels right for a bit. (At least until I turn on the news, which is another story).
Still, balance or not, a blessed Mabon and blessed fall to you all, as we move towards the end of the year.