Being a person from the dry west, I found it miraculous, amazing, this overwhelming generosity of Gaia. Given and given. I remember in 1990 my friend Rose organized an event in NYC around the Equinox, and I brought a basket of apples I had found on the ground. I felt moved to share them, telling the audience my sense of how sacred that was, these apples, how important to remember.
And at the end of the evening I was touched when those tough, sophisticated New Yorkers took every single one. I sometimes think that was one of the best things I've ever done as a Priestess.
This morning I woke up singing "The Circle Has No End". It's not exactly a Mabon Song, but I wanted to share it today, as the Circle Turns.
Raising a glass of cider to all!
