I hope you all had a beautiful Mabon feast. We celebrated with a feast of roast meat, grilled vegetables and apple pie. I got the kids together around a nice big pumpkin and we drew on the pumpkin all the things we harvested this year: a new house, new city, smooth daycare transitions for the little ones, new adventures in school for my husband, the publishing of the book and the great years we spent in Chisasibi. Of course, you give a marker to pre-schoolers and it looked more like vegetable desecration, but they had fun and it gave us a chance to get together. We also had friends from Chisasibi over last night to bless our house with their good wishes (and more food!)

As for the full moon, I got a sudden urge, like a small child to reach up and tell my mommy to hold me. And that’s what I did.

A little present from me to you for this sabbat. Here is the Ode of the Christian Pagan, the Canticle of the Sun of St-Francis of Assisi. For those who know it already, enjoy a moment of peace. For those who have never heard it before, you are in for pure bliss!

Blessings on you all!

Canticle of the Sun

Most high, all powerful, all good Lord!
All praise is yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.

To you, alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures,
especially through my lord Brother Sun,
who brings the day; and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in the heavens you have made them bright, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
and clouds and storms, and all the weather,
through which you give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water;
she is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom you brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth,
who feeds us and rules us,
and produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you;
through those who endure sickness and trial.

Happy those who endure in peace,
for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks,
and serve him with great humility.