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Written by Darien
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Sunday, 17 August 2008 |
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Mabon
Autumn Equinox, 2nd Harvest, September 21st
Mabon, (pronounced MAY-bun, MAY-bone, MAH-boon, or MAH-bawn) is the Autumn Equinox. The Autumn Equinox divides the day and night equally, and we all take a moment to pay our respects to the impending dark. We also give thanks to the waning sunlight, as we store our harvest of this year's crops. The Druids call this celebration, Mea'n Fo'mhair, and honor the The Green Man, the God of the Forest, by offering libations to trees. Offerings of ciders, wines, herbs and fertilizer are appropriate at this time. Wiccans celebrate the aging Goddess as she passes from Mother to Crone, and her consort the God as he prepares for death and re-birth. |
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Written by Sam D
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Saturday, 09 August 2008 |
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Stuck In The Mud
Staying In Pain
Pain comes and it goes. It is just one component to the grand cycle of life. And when experienced as such, pain can serve as an important teacher. It is when we get stuck in our pain that it becomes detrimental to our well-being and development. If you notice that you feel closed-off, resentful, heavy-hearted, or that you try very hard to avoid being hurt again, there may be a part of you that is still stuck in pain.
We can get stuck in our pain for many reasons. As children, it was natural for us to cry, throw a tantrum, and let the experience move through us. |
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Written by Tira Lewis
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Saturday, 09 August 2008 |
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Interview With The Moon
As I started up the wide, winding path that led to the Moon's home, I
listened to the assortment of animal sounds that filled the woods. The
chipmunks, squirrels, and birds were easy enough to identify, but there were
many others--a chorus of voices. I walked deeper into the forest, unable to
shake the feeling that I was being watched, but for some reason, I wasn't
afraid. Suddenly, I saw a pair of deer tiptoe toward me out of the woods.
It was a doe and her fawn. I froze and stood very still, afraid I'd frighten
them. To my amazement they came right to me, nuzzling in my pockets like
horses looking for carrots. Tentatively extending my hand, still expecting
them to run, I was even more astounded when the fawn licked my fingers. As I
rubbed her behind the ear, her mother nudged my other hand, and let me stroke
her face. I lingered there with them for a while, quite taken with the
gentle creatures. |
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