The Equinox is also celebrated as Mabon, which has its roots in the “Great Son” Mabon ap Modron of Welsh mythology. He was the son of Modron and fought loyally with King Arthur.
This is the second harvest celebration of the year, when that which we have harvested is preserved for the winter to nourish us until Spring. Take stock and give thanks for what you have received this year. Wrap up any projects you may have so that you can begin anew as the season changes. Use this time to rest, relax, and rebalance your life.
The focus of the Autumn Equinox is traditionally on: Abundance, Hearth, Home, and Family.
In honor of this special day, we have discounted our most popular candle spells until September 23rd. Celebrate your abundance with the Plutocraft Equinox Sale!
Did you know that in Japan, the time around both the Spring and Autumn Equinox is known as higan? This loosely translates as the “other side of the river of death” or the “other shore of Sanzu River”. This Buddhist holiday begins three days before the Equinox and ends three days after. Traditionally, one visits ancestors (usually at their graves) and leaves offerings of food, flowers, prayers and incense.
Higan also represents the crossing from the shore of suffering and ignorance to the shore of Enlightenment. Whatever spiritual practice you follow, this is a good time to reflect on it and renew your practice. As you tune in to the changing of the seasons, tune in to your deepest self to know peace and clarity.
However you celebrate, we wish you a joyful and harmonious Equinox!
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
– William Blake, 1757 – 1827