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Ruminations: Lughnassadh 2016

Once again we stand between hope and fear. The harvest time is upon us, and a reckoning begins. Have we done enough? Will we be sustained through the coming dark?The work each of us has done is but one part of the equation. Other factors that we cannot control also have influence on our harvest. The only thing we can control is how we react. What do we do? What support structures do we have in place? Who do we surround ourselves with? As the great heartbeat of the wheel begins to contract, we think again of our community, and are reminded who will be there for us. Whether the harvest is bountiful or sparse, we have to trust that the Gods will provide, and we have to love those that surround us and help to lift us up.

Golden grain; wheat and chaff.
Yellow corn; silk and husk.
Breaking bread; feast and laugh.
Perfect Love; Perfect Trust.

Many Blessings in this, the season of kinship.

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Ruminations: Litha 2016

It is the summer solstice, and we let the Sun stand still for a moment. We bask in the light and stop to breathe; to smell the fragrant blooms, to reflect on the path as we pass another herm on the road. We mark the occasion, a rite of passage, with conversation, merriment, and joy. In the shadow of the flames, the scent of the lemon balm, the cool refreshing water. The path we walk is infinite, must must be understood in the context of our finite steps. We take those steps together, smiling, laughing, whipping, and singing.

 

We all come from the Goddess, and to Her we shall return.

Many Blessings in this, the season of renewed spirit.

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The Lughnassadh Season

The harvest begins. This can be a time of reckoning – as the wheat is separated from the chaff the results of our work begin to be seen. This is the time when we stand between hope and fear; hope that the harvest will be fruitful enough to sustain us, yet underneath the surface fear that it will not. If we have tended our fields and done the work to nourish the seeds of our paths then perhaps the hope will outweigh the fear; if we have not…

Our ancestors would be noticing by now that the days are becoming shorter as well as hotter. All the while the grain would ripen and take on a yellow hue so like that of the Sun itself. This is symbolic of the Sun God pouring his energy into to grain, feeding his children even as he grows weaker day by day.

What have you offered as the wheel has turned?  Whether to your Gods, your family, your friends, your job – take stock of your fear, and let hope grow in your hearts.

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