this morning mabon slipped, nearly unnoticed, across the threshold of the dawn.... i was out walking the puppies and i noticed how bright the stars were. then the neighbor's cock crowed, and the sky paled to gray.
this evening, i will offer my drafts of seventh son to the god and the goddess, herbs from my garden, nuts and pine cones from the trees, rose petals from ancient flowers, bits of elk and sinew and sage.
i will give thanks for all i have gained in this year, and i will remember all i have lost. i will pause at this place on the Wheel. i will bless the harvest of this passing year, and i will call it good.