Mabon is the Celtic Festival on the Fall (Autumn) Equinox.

As you know, I like Celtic festivals. They’re good reminders to stop, take a look at my life, respect my life and the world around me, and breathe. They’re rich in symbolism. Apples, leaves, gourds, and vines are large in the way of physical symbols.

As with everything else, I take what I like and leave the rest. I’m a writer, it goes with the territory.

This isn’t a post on what Mabon and all its intricacies are, exactly. Besides, there are too many arguments over Celtic anything, as we aren’t mind readers who can also time travel. Really, we don’t know for a 100% certainty what they did or why. Mabon is what is modernly celebrated and it is celebrated in many different ways throughout the world. But anywho. This post is on the pieces of Mabon I enjoy and use.




Day and night stand equal.

A time of giving thanks and self-examination.


“Mabon is a harvest festival, the second of three, that encourages pagans to “reap what they sow,” both literally and figuratively.”


“Although the traditional American holiday of Thanksgiving falls in November, many cultures see the second harvest time of the fall equinox as a time of giving thanks. After all, it’s when you figure out how well your crops did, how fat your animals have gotten, and whether or not your family will be able to eat during the coming winter. However, by the end of November, there’s not a whole lot left to harvest. Originally, the American Thanksgiving holiday was celebrated on October 3, which makes a lot more sense agriculturally.”




One of the popular myths of Mabon is that of Persephone and her mother, Demeter.

Hades stole Persephone away to the Underworld with him. Her mother, Demeter, was the goddess of the harvest. In some versions, Demeter cursed the earth to never yield any crops out of her misery at losing her daughter. In others, her grief caused the earth to go dormant. By the time Demeter found Persephone in the Underworld, Persephone had eaten six pomegranate seeds, which made her incapable of leaving the Underworld for six months each year. These six months are the months when the earth dies, beginning at the Fall Equinox (Mabon). In other versions of the story, Demeter didn’t allow the crops to grow again until Zeus gave Persephone six months with her mother each year, outside of the Underworld.



  • What are you grateful for?
  • Honor, think on, and respect the balance in your life. Brainstorm ways you could gather more balance to your life, internally and externally.
  • Reflect on your year so far and your life overall.
  • Plan for your future to a healthy measure.
  • Celebrate successes. No success is too little.
  • Assess which dreams and projects didn’t work out. Don’t beat yourself up, simply take stock of this year. Why didn’t these things work out (take a look at only the part you played, the things which you had control over)?
  • Meditate. Nothing says balance like inner harmony. I guess yoga is a good idea too then, as… well, you need balance for yoga. Tree pose, anyone? Just saying.
  • How do you handle stress, pressure, anxiety, and worry? Plan how to decrease stress, anxiety, and worry from your life. Examine how you react to or respond to it currently and brainstorm ways which would be healthier.


I think this is a perfect time to meditate and work on mindfulness. Are you present?

A consistently wandering mind is an unhappy mind. Are you stuck in negative thought loops most of the time? Fill your time thinking of things from the past which upset you or the twenty-thousand things which could happen and would probably be horrible? Are you worrying, anxiety ridden over something, chewing it over and over again in your mind?

Not healthy.

There’s a Buddhist saying, “When I walk, I walk. When I eat, I eat. When I sleep, I sleep.” Its amazing how much life changes for the better when you can enjoy what you’re actually doing. Or at least choose to think positive thoughts.

When was the last time you sat down, ate, and JUST ATE? Sat there and focused on enjoying your food?

Good time to practice this. And then make a decision to continue working on it. It doesn’t take anything special. Ten minutes a day. It’s hard to learn but simple to do.



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Something True


My dog’s big brown eyes staring up at me as I tell him I love him.


Truth is getting lost in a song I can feel.


Stories are true.

Stories are truth even if they’re wrapped up in some lies.

Make believe. Fairy tales for the soul. Grotesque and painful but beautiful and pure. Painful dredges through the muck so you can build a home and lay on the living room floor like a child again, safe, comfortable, content, and happy to just be there.

Truth is the stories we tell.

The stories we get lost in. The stories we survive inside.

The ones that break us. The ones that build us.

The ones that allow us to find the ugliness behind the bright lights. The beauty in the deepest holes filled with the heaviest atmosphere.


Truth is getting lost and finding yourself.


Truth is truth.

It can be hidden, denied, disguised, discarded.

But truth can never be broken.



This is post #3 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click here. And then join the challenge!



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Grieving the Illusion

I bought myself new slippers. I feel really good about this.

My old ones were so worn in that I could feel the ridges on my feet and they hurt every time I wore them.

I kept wearing them anyway.

Sometimes I forget.

It’s okay to spend a little money on something that isn’t a dire-I-will-die-if-I-don’t-buy-this sort of thing.

Sometimes I forget to stop being afraid.


It’s the little things. Isn’t it?

That remind us that we’re human.

And we are.


We mess up.

We circle the same thing that we know is hurting us, trying to believe it isn’t what it is.

We’re already grieving its death anyway. We just don’t want to let go.

We hold tight, even as it cuts into our fingers and saps the energy we need to survive.

We’re not really grieving what we think we are.

We’re grieving the illusion.

What we wish it had been.

What we always wished it had been.

Isn’t that what we find with every unhealthy thing we must let go of?


I bought myself new slippers and I feel really good about it.



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Something Unlikely

In the recesses of my soul, I fear it’s unlikely for me to find love.

A whole, healthy love.

An accepting, understanding love.

Someone who not only understands me, knows me, but wants me to be in their lives, every day. Someone who finds me important.

Bereft of abuse of any sort.

This is horribly vulnerable and I hate it. But it’s true.




And I think it is sad.

Sad that I am so jaded, so hopeless when it comes to some things.

I think it is sad that I am so filled with such emptiness that I don’t know where to look inside myself to find myself.

I feel I need to peal open the skin on my rib cage, crack open my ribs, and peer inside, hoping there will be a beating heart, to begin with. But beyond that, hoping I’ll find a small, scared, soul hiding somewhere behind an organ or too. Waiting to be found.

Waiting to be accepted.


Isn’t that just so human?

It’s not something I obsess about.

It’s not something I even think about too often.

I’m certainly not one of those gals who searches for a man like her life depends on it. I never thought about my wedding. Never fantasized about walking down the aisle, all doe eyed, and plastered in white.

For one, I don’t want to wear white on my wedding day, whenever or if that happens.

And for two, I’ve always been too busy fantasizing about monsters, creatures that could jar me into danger and maddening enjoyment of life.

I’ve never been the kind of gal who had to have twenty friends, surrounded by people all the time, making her feel wanted and loved. I’m not particularly needy. In fact, I need my space.


So it isn’t a crazy unhealthy thing.

It simply is. In the back of my mind. Floating along with all those other thoughts or beliefs, I guess, that don’t bother me too often. Or affect me all that often either.

There are simply some things I’m not going to poke at until I’ve worked out where I am right now.




What I’m talking about is the human desire to be loved on a level that only happens when one falls in love.

A knowing and an accepting.


I think it’s what we are; human.

We want that other human who we can be 100% human around and still be loved.


Did I mention this is terribly vulnerable?


I don’t know how Rara does it!



This is post #2 in Rara’s #Somethingist challenge. For my original post (which explains things), click  here. And then join the challenge! ;D


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Roaches Everywhere

I don’t want to go to bed tonight.

There’s cockroaches just waiting to crawl all over in it with me.


Have I told you of the roaches?


Why then!

*rolls out story teller mat*



I am a sleep deprived crazy person already.

Moved into these apartments years ago.





Roaches in my sink.

Roaches in my chair.

Roaches in my shoes.

Roaches in my hair!


Under my bed.

In my dog’s water bowl.

On my ceiling.

On my paper towel roll.


On my shirt.

In the bathroom.

In my underwear drawer.

Killing my vacuum.


Covering the stove top.

Covering the herbs they apparently hate.

On my keyboard as I type.

On the rice I almost ate.


Hiding on the toilet paper roll.

In my Scooby-Doo mug.

On the spoon I just cleaned.

Hiding under the edge of the rug.


Charging for my food.

Running at my feet.

Running up my leg.

Running toward me, let me repeat!


Inside my fridge.

All over my eggs.

Inside my bookcase!

Did I mention crawling on my legs?


Jumping off the wall.

Into my food.

Interrupting my shower.

Extremely rude!


In my nightmares.

I can’t sleep a wink.

Inside my alarm clock.

I can’t afford to blink.


Under my pillow.

In my purse.

I’m considering a bomb.

If this gets any worse.


I’m spraying mint oil.

I’m cleaning real well.

I’m spraying tea tree oil.

I think I may be in Hell.


My cabinets are moving.

Swarming and swimming.

My skin is itching.

My sanity, thinning.


And sometimes at night.

If I said I didn’t cry.

While trying to sleep.

It’d be a definite lie.


On the computer.

On the tv.

Sitting on the toilet.

Did I mention they’re on me?


Crawling along the carpet.

Oh and on my face.

Let me just tell ya.

I’ve got roaches all over the place!



You want proof that I’m being driven slowly insane by roaches?


*who does that???*


Did you know cockroaches bite? And they particularly like eyelashes?


Creepy crawly things with no fear, and I mean no fear! They’re ballsy little dudes. They aren’t afraid of humans at all.

We’ve tried spraying, fogging, natural determents. They get worse!

The high school, a few different apartment complexes, and hotels around town are all having problems with them. And they’re spreading to the houses that back these buildings.

It’s a nightmare and a half.

So if you hear in the news that some crazy lady tried killing cockroaches in her apartment with a shotgun…. it wasn’t me. I swear.


Any advice? Anyone else ever dealt with these nasty things which survive radiation?


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Something Unfinished

Sometimes you find people who are extraordinary.

That would be Rarasaur.

Just reading something on her blog is enough to stir inspiration, gratitude, optimism on even the most sullen, miserable, depressing, painful days. I’m writing this on one of those days. See? Proof.

She recently put up a list, a challenge, of 30 things to do on your social media of choice.

Her original post and first #Somethingist is here. Check it out! And maybe join in.😉

And I quote:

I’d love to see your somethings, wherever or however they be…

  1.  Something unfinished 2.    Something unlikely 3.    Something true 4.    Something invisible 5.    Something damaged 6.    Something possible 7.    Something displaced 8.    Something shocking 9.    Something substantial 10.    Something fragile 11.    Something temporary 12.    Something surprising 13.    Something strong 14.    Something illuminated 15.    Something dangerous 16.    Something secret 17.    Something foretelling 18.    Something obvious 19.    Something celebratory 20.    Something repaired 21.    Something terrifying 22.    Something lucky 23.    Something suspicious 24.    Something healing 25.    Something silly 26.    Something far 27.    Something near 28.    Something open 29.    Something closed 30.    Something overdone

Challenge accepted.


Something Unfinished


This is what a writer’s desk is supposed to look like, in my opinion.

When caught in the rush of research.

When fumbling through the folders of ideas, stray thoughts, array of disorderly characters, traces of madness, wee plot bunnies bounding about – all circling your mind. A whirlwind of grounding inspiration and, for me, life blood. I know that last sounds a bit dorky, but it’s true for me.

I don’t’ feel alive if I’m not writing. If I’m not lost in a story, weaving threads through this scene and the next, nosing along this character, watching her take off in leaps and bounds.

Writing isn’t just something I do to deal with life, to cope with my reality.

It is how I live. How I breathe. It’s how I can move through the waters of life without feeling I’m drowning, alone, and no one cares. In fact, some might point and laugh.

Writing rights all of that. All the injustice in my reality. All the pain.

I didn’t realize it until just recently – but writing is what gets me through. My life lights up like something to be lived, to be enjoyed, when I write.


Perhaps a writer’s desk doesn’t need to have specifically what I do. And mine certainly changes from day to day. Messy to organized. Binders and books to simply my laptop and an open word document.

That’s not the point.

The point is, there are writing tools on my desk. I am actively using it to expand the landscapes in my heart.

The point, is to write so I can be fulfilled. So I can slip into myself like a spirit into flesh.

The point is to write so that I can become real.


And so what is unfinished?

My novel. Blair’s story.

I’ve finally brought myself back to writing.

I’d like to finish this novel. Finish the edits, read it over and decide if it’s solid, then send it out to critique partners. Soon after that, I’ll be sending to literary agents. (Even typing that has me excited all over again.)

It’s an unfinished story.

And that is not something I want to leave in the dark recesses of my soul.



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Starting Simple: Honey and Lemon Tea

So, I’m going to try this new thing.

Homemade tea. Herbal teas, not black or green tea. There’s actually no tea leaves involved.

I started out really simply and really accidentally.

I got really sick and had more phlegm, throat pain, and coughing than I had blood cells and finally took myself to the doctor.

The doctor suggested honey and lemon tea.

My family had been suggesting I try it for a couple months prior for health benefits but I just didn’t think it was for me. But when I felt like dying and the doctor suggested it, yeah, sure I tried it.

*grumble* *grumble* *grumble*

I was hesitant because I figured it’d taste horribly like I just bit into a lemon and it’d turn out that I wasted money on lemons. As if they’re sooo expensive.


I tried and it *gasp*

Turns out I actually like it.

Amazing what happens when you try new things, right?




How to make Honey and Lemon Tea

  1. Buy a few lemons. From the store. With money. (Bet you couldn’t have guessed that.)
  2. Put one and a half cups of water on the stove to boil.
  3. While that is boiling, I wash the outside of a lemon, cut it in three pieces, and squeeze one piece into my mug. I leave the rind in the bottom of the mug as well.
  4. Pour the boiling water into a measuring cup, then into a mug. It’s much simpler that way as it doesn’t spill all over the place.
  5. Add honey. You have to experiment with how much, it depends on your particular preference.
  6. Wait until it’s cooled down enough that you won’t become a burn victim upon drinking it.
  7. Then, you know, drink it

When I started out doing this, I just squeezed the lemon juice itself into the mug. Now I cut up the lemon, squeeze in the juice, and place the actual lemon rinds in there as well. Make sure if you do this, you rinse off the outside of the lemon in hot water before cutting it up. I’m going to try shaving pieces of the lemon peel off as well and place them in the tea to drink. I hear that’s even better for you. I just haven’t tried it yet.


Health Benefits

Lemons cut through congestion. Used for detoxification and increased digestion. Helps with weight loss.  It has tons of Vitamin C, which helps with your immune system. It also has eighty bazillion other vitamins and minerals like Vitamins E, B6 and A, calcium, zinc, and a whole slew of others. Boosts your energy levels and is supposed to be very good for your skin. Helps ease indigestion, nausea, and suppresses food cravings.

For more in depth (and there’s a lot more) info on how lemons do all of the above, check out the websites I have at the bottom. There’s some pretty cool information!

(And keep in mind that I’m only listing what the ingredients do when taken internally. There are multiple other uses as well.)

Honey soothes the throat by coating it and is said to help get rid of a cough. It’s antibacterial, anti-fungal, and anti-inflammatory. A lot of athletes use it to boost energy levels as well.

Lemon and Honey tea is reputed to help with weight loss, according to almost every website on planet earth. Including some medical ones. I think it’s mainly the lemon doing all the work.

*Don’t forget I’m not a doctor or specialist or anything along those lines. I’m just letting you know what I’ve discovered.




Branching Out

So, turns out herbal tea is pretty cool. My sore throat was alleviated and the phlegm terrorizing me vanished. It’s awesome. Seriously. I drink it all the time now.

What I’d like to do is try more types of herbal tea. (Bet you didn’t see that coming.)

Oh, and while we’re on the subject, I suppose it’s not really tea I’m making. There’s no tea leaves. All I’m using are herbs and honey and fruit and such. But everyone calls it tea, so I’m going to call it tea!



Do you guys drink lemon and honey tea? Who suggested it to you?


Additional websites for lemon health information.

Lemon water and lemon water benefits.

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