For Mabon, we had a labyrinth. We did one last year and it was well received. We did a smaller one this year because we thought we weren’t going to have a huge turnout. We were wrong. We had an amazing turnout and I think that the sharing of magic and intense inner working was a real blessing. We kept things simple as the labyrinth does so much more than we could ever try and accomplish with words and songs. Oh but did we sing. We did the traditional Hoof and Horn that is appropriate for this occasion but we also sang the Goddess chant, with a few tweaks to it. We switched out some names and the end result was, “Ceres, Persophene, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Selu, Inanna”. It takes some practice to sing it continuously without reverting back to the traditional chant we all know and love.
The center of the labyrinth featured a small singing bowl and a bowl of shells. We each were invited to take a shell and ring the bowl with our own prayers. As I awaited my turn, I was consistently pulled by the waxing moon. No matter how many times I had my back to Her, I couldn’t help but turn and look for her as I sang. When it was my turn, I followed instinct rather than really thought about praying or anything of the sort. I held the singing bowl and angled it just beneath the moon and rang it three times. I could almost see the vibrations rise up and surround that small capturing of the moon. It felt perfect and right in that moment, what the significance was…….well I am not sure yet.
As we closed, we sang Walk With Wisdom:
Walk with wisdom
From this hallowed place
Go with great knowing
Our roots shall e’er embrace
May strength be your sister
And honor be your friend
And luck be your lover
Until we meet again
Ah that song. I don’t care much to sing loudly as I am fairly certain my “singing” voice causes peoples’ ears to bleed but on this occasion, I did sing loud and sang strong. It came from somewhere deep within. I couldn’t say the depths of my womb or belly, that seems too shallow. And my voice didn’t sound too deep or shrill or anything, it just simply was.
I have always loved Mabon and it’s that time of year where I feel like I am coming alive and into myself. This year however, feels a bit different. Stronger. More intense. I don’t see an end to it either, each Sabbat in the coming year is going to mean more than it ever has in the past. Which is good, it means that I can be a better person and a stronger priestess.