Note: all the photography on this post is my own.
I acknowledge that I get weird about aligning blog posts with holidays. Even when I know it’s not always the case, I get stubborn about it, thinking that it’s inauthentic and markety not to post with the flow of thought.
Says the woman who has written posts as far as a year and a half in advance. To be fair, it is in flow with my consciousness at the time I write, in any case.
Although I am Wiccan, or at least identify Wiccan as the “closest-to” my spiritual outlook, I don’t always feel the need to flow with the Sabbat wheel. First, most Pagan traditions don’t observe all 8, usually picking about 4, and second, between the Sabbat days and the Esbats, it all gets a little time consuming. This is especially true for a person like me who is fighting to integrate being Pagan as part of my overall life, rather than having it as my overall identity. I am a Pagan member of the over culture. Yes, I’m knowingly drinking one of the lesser-known flavors of that Kool-Aid. Just watch, and if you can, trust me. There’s somewhere I’m going with my whole cultural legitimacy schtick.
As much as I love celebrating a holiday, all that celebration is a lot of time. And while I have thoughts on time as the greatest thing we can sacrifice to the gods right now, I need my time to sustain me. Which is what makes Equinoxes and Solstices interesting to me when I feel them: they’re all about balance, about swinging between the dark and the light. The equinoxes, more so than anything else that falls on the Sabbat wheel, are very much about time. The time we have, the time we long for, the things it is time to do, and time to end. While we talk about the ebb and flow of the seasons, rarely do we talk about time itself – and it’s time we did. In a culture as prosperous as the United States, for those of us gifted with positions of relative security – a roof over our heads, food on our tables, whatever the quality of it – what we cherish most of all is time. Time is our treasure, more so than money, status symbols or food. It is time that we hoard, refuse to give up, hand over to activities and addictions even before our money is depleted.
It is time we value most in this culture, and time that we pay the least attention to. Oh, we see the seasons, the heat and the cold passing through; some of us even scrapbook our memories with as much care as any Book of Shadows (and sometimes even combine them.)
Somewhere out there, someone has an altar to time itself. Maybe it’s an antique clock, or a digital reader, even an hourglass. I’d love to see it.
A snipped from my Ostara invocation and prayer:
In this time of balance, I call
for balance – and for justice.
The debts owed me, I ask they be paid in apology and in coin.
The sorrows and illnesses in body and soul be washed away
under rain and flowing river;
that ill words spoken of me, by me, be confronted
with right words in their path.
I ask to enjoy
and good abundance.