Friday, September 20, 2013

Mabon - the Fall Equinox

I am a lover of the steady Earth
and of Her waters

"Let the light be brilliant" She says,  

"for those who will cherish color."

"Touch my breasts",
She says
"the fields are golden."

From "Verses at Powis" by Robin Williamson

Mabon is traditionally the 2nd Harvest Festival of three (Lammas in August, and Samhain in October being the other two) and falls on the day  of the autumnal Equinox.   A time to give thanks for the bounty of the harvest,  to give thanks and celebrate all that nourishes us.  Bright blessings on this auspicious day of Balance, when day and night are the same duration. May we invoke the grace of Balance within our lives, and in the greater life of humanity.  
Apple trees in Avalon (the Chalice Well garden) 2011

When I lived in the country in New York, I remember a Mabon with hot cider and new apples, and honey mead opened for the occasion.  I also remember an Equinox when I lived in New York City in the late 80's, and was part of  a performance my friend Rose organized at a small theatre in the East Village.   She asked me to do some kind of ritual for the  occasion. I couldn't think of anything,  and felt quite intimidated with the prospect of creating a ritual for an audience of New York sophisticates.

I was visiting a friend upstate, and happened to be standing near an apple tree.........I can still see the green grass under the tree, and a  circle of ripe, freshly fallen red apples lying in the grass around the tree.  I picked up all the good ones, and took them back to the City with me.  

When I gave my short performance, I took out that basket of apples, and said something to the effect that "This is Gaia, ever generous, ever giving us what we need..........."  And then I passed them out, and was amazed to see that the audience took every one of them and ate them right there!

As I sit writing, the sun rises over the Catalina mountains, many years and miles away from that theatre in Manhattan.  I look up to  orange, magenta, violet, mauve, and a continually changing pale, cerulean sky, the canvas for this magnificent painting, created anew twice daily.  I'm grateful indeed for this moment of Beauty, and grateful for the stories of my life that include Mabons.  

This is one of my favorite songs, Robin Williamson's Lovesong to Mother Earth.  Seems a good time to share it again............  


Gail said...

Thanks for your remembrances.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Beautiful post, Lauren. It's great to move into your past with you. I also spent some years in upstate NY and shared some of your experiences of the 60s. I always feel at home when I drop by your blog.

Lauren Raine said...

Thanks so much to both of you.....wish we could all share a glass of that mead right about now! Blessed Mabon.

Anonymous said...

Mabon meant the sumac was on fire and bonfires of raked leaves back in Michigan...we took rides into the country for cider an doughnuts at a cider mill. Hay rides, the clouds scudding across a full moon as the air turned crisp like that apple I just tasted.

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