So, mid-morning on Monday, it will be Mabon, the Autumnal Equnox, the moment when Summer turns, will she or nill she, into Autumn. Equinox means equal, the day when light and dark are in perfect balance. Imagine. There are only two times a year when we get to experience a perfect balance between light and dark. If you live to be 80, you'll get to experience this 160 times. And, yet, for witches, balancing light and dark is the whole of what it's about. Make the most out of it.
So many of us have been feeling an early shift to Autumn. An early thinning of the veil. A fast-forward shift to the dark. A desire to begin early the communication with the dead, the descent into the underworld, the movement from South to North.
What have you harvested? What have you saved from the burning heat of the sun? What have you brought indoors to preserve through the long winter? What thoughts did you hide from July's heat to consider in November, wearing fuzzy socks, sipping warm broth, wrapped in a prayer shawl?
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."