Autumn Equinox and the rites of Eleusis

I never know what to do with this celebration: Some call it the Mabon, birth of the sacred son, but this is a relatively new addition to the legend of the triple goddess and her consort, the horned god: It doesn't make that much sense either - Winter Solstice is the time of the sacred child, male and female. Less forced is the druidic interpretation, that this is the time of perfect balance between day and night, the light and dark, the dwindling days before winter takes over field and pasture at Halloween.

Maybe this is why I am no good with it. I seldom do rituals at this time. I like dramatic definites, and what is this equinox? Not quite Lammas, not quite Samhain... and my body doesn't like it either...I have been feeling under par all day, teaching me once again that I am out of sync with something important. Or that I am a nutter who only feels relaxed in extreme situations.

So I dig deeper into the past for another magic to stir me at this time. And as my harvest is inevitably one of words, I offer this at the altar of season's change, with all my love to those who want it.

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