At the equinox, we walk on the line between all things. It is a time of balance, a time of great joys and sorrows, of change. Within life there is death, within death there is life. We mourn what has passed, celebrate our bountiful blessings, and ground ourselves as we feel the wheel of the seasons turning.
This is a time to take the gifts gained from hard wrought experience and make them a part of who we are, let our past experiences regenerate into wisdom, reborn within. In doing so, we honor the people and experiences that have so impacted our journey, and in honoring them we make them sacred and their passage one of distinction and consequence. We cannot know what we have not experienced.
The celebration of Mabon, the Pagan name for the holiday celebrated on the equinox, reminds us of the necessity for fallow periods. They allow us to assimilate, regenerate, and incorporate that which we have progressed through. Just as fields need to lay fallow to better support new growth, so must we. Life moves ever forward, we cannot go back and change that which has passed, but we can reap the harvest of wisdom these experiences have brought us.
Life can present us with great tragedy, trials not necessarily a result of our own actions and decisions, tearing through our world without warning or cause. Even in this, if we can find grains of wisdom if we are able to find new directions, new insights, new lessons learned and understood. We would not shine as brightly, if not for the tragedies we once thought would be our undoing. Lets honor ourselves by not allowing tragedy to break us but to propel us into a new world – one with less fear, greater understanding, and ever more acceptance.