As day and night stand equal,

may balance find its way into your heart.

May the harvest of your labor

be gathered with gratitude,

and may every burden that has run its course

fall from you like leaves from the tree.

Honor what has grown.

Honor what must be released.

Honor the wisdom born from both.

As the light begins its descent,

may you carry its warmth within you.

As the darkness gathers,

may you remember that darkness is not an ending,

but a sacred place where seeds prepare to rise.

May your home be protected,

your hearth be bright,

your path be clear,

and your spirit be nourished through the turning season.

The balance shifts.

The harvest is gathered.

The old is released.

The new rests beneath the soil, waiting.

May you enter the darkening year

with courage, peace, and purpose.

This is my blessing.

May it be received.

So Mote It Be.