š Mabon Is Fading ā Donāt Rush the Wheel
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Tonight, weāll feel that sudden shift ā
the one that comes with the change to winter time...
But donāt rush to toss Mabon aside just yet.
Enjoy her last golden breaths while theyāre still here.
Itās your friend The Practical Shaman speaking ā the one who dries herbs, swears by seasonal living, but still forgets what day it is.
The one who keeps reminding everyone that the Wheel of the Year is a circle, not a race.
The light is shorter now, the apples fewer, and the air is learning the language of woodsmoke.
And I can already hear you whispering, āSamhain is comingā¦ā like children waiting for Halloween sweets.
Yes, itās coming. But not yet.
This is the in-between of the in-between ā that quiet space between gratitude and letting go, the pause after the harvest and before we step into the dark.
And that pause? Thatās where the real magic lives.
Too often, we skip it. We rush to decorate, plan, prepare, move on.
But the seasons donāt jump ā they turn. Slowly. Deliberately.
Itās the rhythm we keep losing when we chase the next thing, when we cling to this idea that everything must be scheduled, organized, optimized ā until we forget what time even feels like.
So letās just close whatās still open.
⨠Give thanks for the good days weāve had ā even if only in your head.
⨠Remember what this Mabon brought you (a moment, a thought, a meal, a feeling).
⨠Let it finish before you begin again.
Because when we skip the endings, the beginnings lose their depth.
This is the week of quiet completions, soft conclusions, the last taste of the golden hour before the veil thins and pulls us forward into something new.
And if you need a reminder (because letās be honest, we all do), the Mabon cheat cards are still here ā those little painted prompts from Lauās Wheel of the Year collection. Perfect for moments like this, when you just need to remember that slow is sacred too.
Let Mabon close gently ā a door doesnāt need to slam to say goodbye. š
Lau***