Autumn Equinox with the Ancestors, or after ecstasy indeed the laundry*)

As I hang the laundry back home, I remember how just 24 hours earlier I arrived back on the beach after an incredible time at the ancestral burial mound where I spend the night in ceremony at the Autumn Equinox.

IMG_5285Ile Carn is a neolithic passage grave on a small tidal island in Finisterre, Brittany. I had visited there the summer before, and found that the other world was strongly accessible. When places be
come very touristy, like Stonehenge or Mont St. Michel, it sometimes appers as if the spirits retreat and the potency of the place thins. I asked them then if I could come back for ceremony, and when the answer was yes, I promised to return.


So here I was, on the Autumn Equinox, or Mabon. This is a time of balance, when the days and nights are equally long. A time in which the harvst has been gathered and we can start to prepare for a time of gestation and growing in the dark womb of winter, before the light is reborn again next year. My personal aim was three fold: I wanted to celebrate this year, especially to give thanks for my life, which had been on a precarious knife-edge earlier in May. I also wanted to ask for guidance for both my budding business EveryWhen and for my academic work in terms of re-discovering our own indigeneity in the west.

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*) Jack Kornfield (2000) After the ecstasy, the laundry. How the heart grows wise on the spiritual path London: Bantam Books.

**) Pinkola Estés, C. (2011: page 191) Untie the Strong Woman: Blessed Mother’s Immaculate Love for the Wild Soul.Boulder, CO: Sounds True, Inc.

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