Blessed Mabon

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Some believe that on Mabon the Horned God takes precedence over the Green Man. I'm one. The Green Man has been hard to find lately, when in May he laughed from every bush and tree. Now, he looks worn and tired, ready to rest. And the woodsmoke drifts on the breeze, as the cotton turns white and the rice hangs golden and heavy and the sumac flares scarlet by the roadside. Let us leap and dance and join the Great Hunt. High Autumn, beloved.