Now the Wheel of the Year turns and Equinox has arrived. “Generous be the heart within us, Open be our hands to all. Justice to be in equal measure, Harvest thankfulness our call.” Blessed Mabon and Equinox to you.

Today is the beloved old holiday of Lughnasadh, sometimes called Lammas. It is the turning between Summer and the first stirrings of Autumn. Slowly, the dark hours are overtaking the light with equinox only six weeks away. Now we celebrate the harvest of the year, gathering in that which was planted in Spring’s hope.

Because I am away on vacation, I am repeating last week’s card. Happily, that means that the luscious, beautiful Empress remains our loving Guide for this coming week. However, the astrology is very active, so I recommend you visit our favorite astrologer and take heed.

Re-prioritizing our needs and our material comforts is at a critical juncture this week. Now is the time to discover and honor what rich abundance really means to us. For there are benevolent influences that offer assistance as we consider what home, security, and the principles of a mothering unconditional love mean to us.

This week we’re reminded all of us are Nature’s beloved children—every race, every nation, every gender, and every species, not just humans.

This week, after two consecutive visits from the Seven of Pentacles, this earthy suit is not finished with us yet. But its current representative is likely to be a tangible, real person in our world. Maybe it’s you?

It’s time for those celebrating Christmas to light (or re-light, if you were also observing Solstice) your final candle. Whether this holiday is deeply spiritual for you or not, its heart is Good, and is an offering of hope and rebirth that humanity could surely benefit from. May Grace bless you this day and always. So mote it be

The Wheel of the Year turns once more, as Solstice’s magic fades and the seasons begin to change. There are powerful blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for the vow the Shining God Lugh made to His mother Taitliu, it is an ancient crossroads that celebrates the First Harvest.

Poem for the sabbat of Lughnasadh.

Happy New Year! Everything you do today can set the tone for the coming year, so make sure you encourage good fortune and avoid the bad. Here’s how!