Mabon

Got to participate in my second-ever Wiccan ritual last night, celebrating Mabon, the American Neopagan autumnal equinox and second harvest holiday.  As Wiccan holidays go, it’s apparently a light one (a few quick web searches turned up one disavowal of it having any historical precedent, and the consensus that it was named in the 1970s) but that didn’t make it any less real, or any less wonderful.    The initiates, many of whom were new to their practice, were all thoroughly gracious to me.  There was room for humor, and for fun.  And the celebration was chock-full of symbolism, much of which I already understood, but some of which I didn’t find about (or grasp) until I sat down to research it this morning, when I discovered with surprise how terribly appropriate it all was to my inclusion.  Being as how I have that whole autumnal Libra pomegranate harvest fire good food and wine thing going on…

I feel…  balanced!  That’s one of the points, you know…

Super big thank yous to the Empress for inviting me.