For all of the witches who struggle with Sabbats sneaking up on them, here is a guide to help whip up an easy celebration so you never have to miss out on Sabbats again!
A Sabbat is a seasonal festival mostly celebrated by Pagans and Witches. Sabbats are like any other holiday, except these are normally celebrations of the changing of the seasons, or the “turning of the wheel.” Each person will celebrate each Sabbat differently, as each season is completely personal to you.
The First Step
The first step I recommend to planning a Sabbat celebration is to figure out exactly what the Sabbat is to you. Figure out how you feel about the sabbat and what you naturally associate each one with. This can take some time to work through, especially if you are new to sabbats or if you tend to avoid nature at all costs.
What to ask yourself:
- What does this Sabbat mean to you? - What is the Earth doing right now? What does it look like outside your window? - What is in season (this includes foods, herbs, flowers and decor)? - How do you feel this time of year? How does this particular Sabbat make you feel? Is this normal? - What sort of things make you feel “witchy” or connected to this Sabbat? - Why is this day special to you?
Things to Do:
- Perform a ritual. Rituals can be as elaborate or as simple as you want them to be. Sometimes all you have to work with is a tealight candle and a week old pack of cookies.
- Cook. Some of us feel connected to the world around us when there is food involved. After all, it’s not a party unless there is food. Try out a new recipe with in-season foods, or make your favorite comfort food dish.
- Go outside. The easiest way to celebrate the changing of the seasons is to go outside and experience them. Even if it’s a short walk (because not many people want to go for long strolls in the dead of winter), take a moment to step outside and experience nature and observe what it’s currently doing. If you are able, plan a day trip to somewhere special or new to explore.
- Decorate. Nothing gets me in the holiday (or Sabbat) spirit like decorating. As a child decorating for Christmas was the best because that was the only time we put up decorations. Now, as an adult, I use whatever I have handy to decorate for every Sabbat I can to make me feel more festive.
- Offerings. If you work with spirits of deities, you may wish to put together some sort of offering for them when you celebrate. This can be food, special rocks or flowers from outside, or something you’ve made yourself.
- Spells. Sabbats are prime times to do spells for me. The spells I cast are reflections of the coming season and what I want from them.
- Crafts. There are a ton of different little projects for Sabbats floating around on the internet. Get creative and make something! If you are on a budget, make something with what you have, or modify a craft to include what you have. I like to make something new each year for the Sabbats (it’s an easy way to get “decorations” too!)
- Divination. Nothing says celebration like a good old fashion look into the future. Choose any form of divination that you’d like and do a reading for yourself.
- Journaling. Sometimes the easiest way to celebrate and connect is to get into your own head. Let the Earth inspire you. Stare out a window (or sit outside if you can) and just watch what happens around you. Let it inspire you to create. Journal about your own feelings, write a freestyle poem or sketch and paint what you see.
Creating a Ritual
Not all rituals have to be long and elaborate. Some of my favorite rituals are just sitting around in sweatpants with a hot cup of cocoa and my journal, reflecting on the season and my life. Ask yourself these questions to help piece together how a ritual would be best done for you.
- What am I celebrating? How can I celebrate this? - Who am I worshiping? - How much space do I have? - How much time do I have? - Why am I celebrating this Sabbat? - What do I/can I buy for my celebrations?
The important thing for Sabbats isn’t how grand your ritual is, it’s all about gaining something from it, whether that be a nice warm fuzzy feeling or a great insight into your life.
Reflection and Meditation
After each Sabbat day, I find it helpful if I reflect upon what I did that day and how my celebration went. This is when I do most of my journaling, but you don’t have to write anything. You can simply sit and rest and meditate on the day if you wish. Use this time to unwind.
- What did I do today? How do I feel about it? - What ideas do I have for next year? - What did this year’s Sabbat teach me? - What was my favorite part of today’s celebration? - What was my least favorite?
Read something on Lord Byron and Percy Shelley and now all I can think about is a Romantic poets AU where Georgi convinces a dark-mooded Viktor to come with him to their friend Christophe’s villa in Switzerland, and Viktor goes even though he knows that it will be nothing but a summer of chaperoning Georgi on his dates and trying to keep Christophe from putting his dick in places where it doesn’t belong.
Why are you entering the country, reads the customs forms that they have to fill out, and Viktor puts down Holiday like a normal fucking person–Georgi puts down some shit like Enrichment of person and cleansing of soul, and then declares a ‘heart burdened with the knowledge of rejection’ on his possessions. They are detained on the Swiss boarder for six hours.
When they finally get to Chris’ villa, the sun is long gone and Chris tells them that another friend of his is already in residence, and would Viktor mind terribly sharing the guest house with him?
Viktor, who assumes the ‘friend’ is an illicit lover whom Christophe is providing temporary shelter to, agrees with grace to the arrangement. The guest house is large and it’s likely that the other guest and himself will lead entirely different schedules.
The man in the guest house is Yuuri Katsuki. With whom Viktor had had the briefest of love affairs a year ago whilst in Paris. He and Mister Katsuki spent a night dancing, laughing, stealing furtive kisses. They fell asleep together on the balcony of Viktor’s Uncle’s Apartments and when Viktor woke up, he was very much alone.
Katsuki is a skittering thing–he keeps his head low, usually in a book, and tends to be out when Viktor is in, and in when Viktor is out. Viktor can only assume that it is shame over their liaison.
“We have to leave,” Viktor says to Georgi, glaring across the breakfast table at Christophe, who nibbles on a scone innocently.
“Nonsense, Vitya,” says Georgi, who has already found and lost three ‘future wives’ in the time they have been here. “We’ve only been here two weeks. We were planning to spend the summer.”
“We could just as easily holiday in Saint Petersburg,” says Viktor, clutching his pant leg tight under the table. Mister Katsuki is, as usual, absent. “Or Moscow.”
“I can’t stand Russia this time of year,” Georgi says, and attains a sort of whistful melancholy with which he gazes out the window. “It…reminds me.”
“Good lord,” Viktor mutters under his breath.
Historians will later call this portion of Viktor Nikiforov’s life The Summer of Pining. There will be entire books written about the summer he spent gazing after Yuuri Katsuki from behind manuscripts and writing uncharacteristically lavender poetry about a man with deep brown eyes and raven hair and slight stature. It will come to be known as one of the great romances of the Romantic Era. Movies will be made about it in 1936, 1970, 1998. The great actors of stage and cinema will do some of their best work portraying Viktor Nikiforov’s longing gazes and Yuuri Katsuki’s demure shyness.
These portrayals will get many things right, for both Nikiforov and Katsuki were prolific diarists, and most if not all of that summer in Switzerland is carefully articled in a series of notebooks which were donated to various institutions by grandchildren and great grandchildren.
However, there are two things which every portrayal gets wrong–but it’s hard not to, because these things were never written down.
One: Viktor Nikiforov had become acquainted with Yuuri Katsuki far before their encounter at Christophe Giacometti’s villa. Some historians will realize that they were in Paris at the same time a year before their fated meeting at the villa, but they will never be able to put them in the same place at the same time–and the dark mood which Nikiforov descends into for the following year will always be blamed on a bout of writer’s block–for Nikiforov’s works at this time in his life are sparse, and mostly have the air of a man deeply depressed.
Two: Yuuri Katsuki could drink six men under the table, but could not for the life of him remember anything that happened that night in Paris.
“Oh God,” Yuuri whimpers as Viktor recounts the story to him. “Heavens. Lord preserve me.”
“You are a fantastic dancer, mon cheri,” Christophe says, and Yuuri sinks under the table.
“You can never tell anyone about this,” comes the wail from under the table. “Give me your word. Swear to me. None of you will ever.”
Mtmte Ultra Magnus, Ratchet, Cyclonus, Megatron & Rung accidentally overheard their shy sparkling actually bragging about them to other bots?
They are… Like… Really great though.
Ultra Magnus He’s headed for the bridge when he stops dead at hearing his sparkling talking animatedly and swears he hears his name. He quietly goes over to the door where he hears them and sees them talking to Drift and can hear properly just what their saying. It takes everything in him not to run into the room and just hug his little one close as they tell Drift how great their sire is. He leaves quickly, not wanting to get caught. He’s in a noticeably better mood for the rest of the day and most of the next.
Ratchet It’s been so slow so the little one has been in and out of the medbay most of the day, as long as they’re careful. He’s busied himself with cleaning up berth’s and equipment when he overhears his sparkling speaking with First Aid, both rather animated and loud; First Aid was always good with sparkling’s. He can’t quite make out what their saying, despite how loud they are, and is just about to leave it when he hears his name. He perks as he listens and can’t help but to laugh when he hears his sparkling arguing with First Aid about how Ratchet is the best doctor. Laughs more when the sparkling throws it’s toy at him and yells at him for listening in.
Cyclonus He’s working on something, Tailgate and his little one playing in the background. He’s been mostly drowning them out, white noise on his receptors, far too concentrated. However, he perks up when he hears his name and he’s just about to ask if they were speaking to him when he realizes they were speaking about him. His sparkling is speaking about 90 miles an hour and telling Tailgate just how great Cyclonus is. It doesn’t surprise him when Tailgate excitedly agrees. He smiles before going back to the work at hand, he knows they think he’s not listening and there’s no reason to let them know he was.
Megatron He’s been quite busy and hasn’t had a moment to even sit down and rest, let alone check in on his sparkling, so he’s desperate to do so. He’s almost running down the halls in his rush to collect his little on from Rung, who offered to watch them. He was just about to open the door when he heard them saying his name, he shouldn’t listen in, but he does anyway. He smiles brightly when he hears them telling Rung how great he is. He gently knocks before he comes in, swinging his bitlet up into his arms when they run at him for a hug.
Rung He’s had quite a few appointments today and as such has left his little one in Drift’s care until he can come get them. He can hear them just a few paces from the door, hearing his name. He’s not actually listening in and doesn’t pause to do so, but he still hears them clearly telling Drift he’s an great ‘sickleanamalist’. He can’t help it, chuckling as he knocks on the door and comes in. He’s not surprised when they pat his legs and tell him he’s bad for listening in. He apologizes as he lifts them up, kissing their forehelm.
posted in preparation for halloween! feel free to change the pronouns to make these fit!
‘ being normal is vastly overrated. ‘ ‘ [ name ], it’s rude to stare! ‘ ‘ why don’t we talk about how illegal it is to drive without eyeballs? ‘ ‘ i’m just trying to protect you. ‘ ‘ hey look! i’m a potato, are you happy now? maybe i’ll put down some roots in the carpet. ‘ ‘ magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it. ‘ ‘ you are not a witch. ‘ ‘ why can’t you find a more normal holiday to get hung up on? like… arbor day! trees are important too, you know. ‘ ‘ i’ve always said that the movies could teach us so much. ‘ ‘ maybe we could go out for an ice cream. i know my way around town. i’m kinda like the big cheese here. ‘ ‘ how are we supposed to grow up if we’re not allowed to go into the world, try new things and take some risks? ‘ ‘ i bet you get a’s in school. ‘ ‘ i wanna help you fight the bad thing! ‘ ‘ i’m getting that déjà vu feeling again! ‘ ‘ oh yes, we should put on our bikinis and go swimming in it! ‘ ‘ i have my reasons and i will explain them to you when you’re taller. ‘
“Pinot Noir is my favorite, but in moderate amounts of course! A glass of red wine is beneficial for your health as it is filled with antioxidants. Now let me pour you a glass and we shall discuss it further. Happy New Years! Cheers!”