Mabon

Mabon

Exhale.

Exhaaaale.

Allow your leaves to glide to the ground.

Everything around us is signaling to let go with ease, and grace.

Take the pause.

Our society beckons us to move now.. with the busy-ness of school, of our own lives and plans and full calendars. Take the workshop, go to that party, consume. Consume. Consume.

Nature tells us otherwise.

Exhaaaaaaaaaaaaaale. Change the colors of your leaves, but slowly. Drop everything to the ground. Return to her.

The Goddess is wise. And that season of excess and doing is done.

When we move to earth pace, what is meant for us just unfolds naturally. There is no striving.

We live in solar energy all year round in our western world. It is designed for burnout and overwhelm. Yet, if we take the time to be with ourselves, to listen to the call of our great mother, we will not meet those points of exhaustion.

We tend to our inner flame from summer during this time not by burning it as bright as possible all year, but with gentle loving breaths. Slow medicine. That flame will indeed grow smaller, but that flicker will last and last through the dark and depths of winter, and carry us through until the spring equinox.

This is the time of year to honor the sacred waters. Of getting into our own emotional water body being. Take the candle lit bath. Visit your creek. Get to know your watershed and bring it an offering, a song maybe. A flower from your garden. Journal. Journal all the things you’ve never spoken aloud or felt too vulnerable to write down for fears of eyes gazing across them, then burn them in a bonfire with your friends, even better, at the beach. Give thanks to the moon. Oh, the moon… That jewel in the sky that moves our waters gently and lovingly..

I hope you dance this season. With your hand on your heart, a gentle sway to a song with no words.

It is the time to compost all that did not work for you over the lessons of summer, to give yourself grace and move forward in that slowwwww medicineee kind of way.. let it fall to the earth and decay. The earth promises you, there will be flowers again when it is time.

May the crisp autumn air envelope your bodies, May it gently caress your hair like a precious lover, May it wash over your heart and cleanse you in a way you have only dreamed of.

Blessed be my friends.