Mabon Ritual

Celebration for Mabon, the Autumnal Equinox

Opening Poem

Suggested reading: “Equinox” by Patricia Hooper

The Autumnal Equinox and the meaning of Mabon

Tonight we gather once again to honor the ever-turning wheel of the year. The cycles of the year, like the cycles of our lives, have neither beginning nor end. Their movement is constant, yet not repetitive. No year, no season, no day, no life is exactly like the one that came before or that will come after. Every season is unique, and every life is unique.

Like galaxies spiraling through the universe, the paths of our lives also spiral, forever moving us forward. Although the Earth circles the sun, the sun itself is circling the core of the galaxy, creating a spiral path for our planet. Everything in the galaxy follows a spiral path. Therefore, the Earth’s journey, though constant, also never repeats itself.

Twice a year, the Earth seems to pause in its journey around the sun, as it reaches the balance point between day and night. On these days, the equinoxes, we pause also, to celebrate the life-sustaining cycles of light and dark and reflect on the turning wheel of life and death. We celebrate with flame, whether the flicker of candlelight or the roar of a bonfire, to remind us of the energy of the sun and the creative spark of the cosmos beyond.

When the day and the night are of equal length, we are reminded of the equality of all living things—for they are all aspects of Gaea, our living world. From the smallest microbe to the largest redwood, we are all united in life and stand as equals on this planet. When we pause in this moment, we remember this truth, and renew our commitment to caring for the Earth, for each other, and for ourselves.

On this day, the autumnal equinox, darkness and light are in balance. Behind us lies the long, hot summer; before us lies the gathering darkness of winter. The winter’s long dark nights will give us the time and the space to turn inward, to reflect, and to renew ourselves. But first, we must prepare. Trees shed their leaves. Plants let their stalks and flowers wither. Squirrels hoard acorns and nuts. Birds build sturdier nests. All around us, all living things are preparing themselves to let go of what they no longer need in order to make room for life’s essentials. We must do this, too.

The autumnal equinox is a moment for us to pause and reflect upon that which we need to release and that which we need to pull closer. What hopes, fears, relationships, habits, and beliefs are we holding onto even though they no longer inspire our best selves? Can we let go of them in order to make space for new ideas, new people, and new endeavors?

As crops are harvested all around us, we can ask what are we harvesting in our own lives? How might our past accomplishments inspire us to seek out new goals and projects? What plans might we make today, knowing that we will not see the fruits of our labors until next spring or summer? In the coming winter, what do we want to learn, to create, to nurture? This is the wonder of Mabon, to honor all that we have made manifest in our lives, and to look forward to the restful night that is yet to come.

Candle Lighting

I light this candle in the name of the Ancestors, the Guardians, and all the holy ones who walk the world. May its light guide all the kindly spirits to bless this place.

I light this candle in the name of learning. May its flame remind us to look towards the unknown with curiosity and an open mind.

I light this candle in the name of creativity. May its glow inspire us and give us the confidence to share our true selves with the world.

I light this candle in the name of friendship. May its light continue to bring us together, so that we might offer each other joy, comfort, and company.

I light this candle in the name of the sun. May its flame warm our spirit and stay with us in the months to come.

I light this candle in the name of the Earth. May it illuminate our path through the coming year and remind us to walk with peace and compassion for all Gaea’s children.

Closing Poem

Suggested reading: “There Will Be Stars” by Sara Teasdale