For turning toward the dark with full hands
Mabon is the autumn equinox—Ostara's mirror. Equal light, equal dark, but now the scale tips toward night. From here, the days shorten. The descent begins.
This is the second of three harvests. The grain is already in; now come the fruits, the roots, the wine. In Welsh mythology, Mabon ap Modron—the divine son—was stolen from his mother three nights after his birth and imprisoned in the underworld. The name carries that weight: something taken into darkness, waiting to be found.
Mabon asks you to take stock. What do you have? What will sustain you? This is not scarcity thinking—it is honest reckoning. You stand at the threshold of the dark half of the year. Go with full hands and open eyes.
The light and dark stand equal.
I face the west, where the sun descends.
I name what I am grateful for.
I hold what I have gathered.
From here, I go into the dark.
I go with what I have.
It is enough.
I am enough.
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