The Equinox calls, and we answer. Mabon is the second harvest, a time of luscious balance—light and dark in equal measure. We gather to honor what’s been reaped, what’s been lost, and what still lingers in the soil of becoming. This is the season of descent, of sacred preparation, of curling inward while the world burns gold. Join us for an evening of ritual, release, and reverence as we slip into the velvet shadow of autumn—together, tender, and unafraid.

Bring your grief.
Bring your gratitude.
Bring your hunger for what's next.