title: Mabon: Celebrating the Autumn Equinox
author:  Kristin Madden 
description: Kristin Madden is an author and mother, as well as an environmental chemist and wildlife rehabilitator. She is the Director of Ardantane's School of Shamanic Studies. A Druid and tutor in the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids, Kristin is also a member of the Druid College of Healing and is on the Board of Silver Moon Health Services. She has been a freelance writer and editor since 1995. Her work has appeared in Whole Life Times, PARABOLA, and many other publications. Kristin is the author of five books including Mabon: Celebrating the Autumn Equinox and The Book of Shamanic Healing. <br /> <br />Kristin was raised in a shamanic home and has had ongoing experience with Eastern and Western mystic paths since 1972. Over more than a decade, she has offered a variety of shamanic and general metaphysical workshops across the United States. Kristin is active in both pagan parenting and pagan homeschooling communities locally and globally. She also served on a Master's Degree thesis committee for a program on the use of visual imagery and parapsychology in therapy with ADD/ADHD children. <br />
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  Dedication
  
  > > > _For Carolyn Marino . . ._
  
  > > >  _for so many reasons, professional and personal, we’ve lost count,_
  
  > > >  _and_
  
  > > >  _For Danielle Bartlett . . ._
  
  > > >  _who is absolutely awesome. There’s no other word._
  
  Contents
  
   _Dedication_
  
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   _About the Author_
  
   _Also by Charles Todd_
  
   _Credits_
  
   _Copyright_
  
   _About the Publisher_
  
  1
  
  _Near Padstow, Cornwall_
  
   _Autumn 1920_
  
  It was a warm day for autumn, the sun shining from breakfast through the early
  afternoon, an unexpected break in the weather.
  
  Afterward no one could be sure who had first suggested going out in the boat.
  
   _Very likely our last chance until the spring. What do you say? Don’t you
  think it will be a lark?_
  
  And so the four young women staying the weekend at the Place mounted their
  bicycles shortly after luncheon had been cleared away and went down to the
  river landing that belonged to the Grenvil