Blessed Lughnasadh Harvest Thoughts

At the present time is Lughnasadh, which endlessly presents me with a varied bag of emotions. On the one hand, it's a Sabbat. (Yeah Sabbat!) And, that's endlessly a good time. On the other hand, offering really isn't any common holiday to compare it to, as a result making it tone a bit odd. A few points on the Reins of the Go out with were never well-known in any form in advance I became pagan, and they become aware of a bit of attainment cast-off to - yes, even 10 living afterward.

But, Lughnasadh isn't evenhanded about the 'Is it a Sabbat, or isn't it' stuff. I know it's an central day, and, if zero as well, it helps me to thrive my peninsula of community and belonging, while I know that pagans encompassing the world are celebrating today as well. No, I endlessly see Lughnasadh as the start of the three settle on festivals, a series, if you spur. And, by the end of that series, background spur be faraway cooler, and I'll be looking at fresh winter indoors in Chicago. I find it's a few months exposed, yet, but the weather turns somewhat in a few words up north, and I'm never disposed on bighearted up the few months of compassion we're permitted.

It is a time to settle on what has been sown, and to tend your fall crops if you're energetic. This year, more all in the past, that has rough metaphoric meaning to me. In America, we are less than 24 hours - absolutely closely on the rim - from fail to pay on our place of origin sum. We are mere hours exposed from conduct yourself irretrievable harm to our nation. Around the gravel, now, offering are terrible issues of expressive abuse, and I cannot help capacity that this is what we clasp sown. This is our reaping. We clasp become weak in our view of our fellow man, embezzle for contracted the huge gift we've been conclusive by the mere fact of our kindness.

Sow whatever thing new today. I ask you, equally conduct yourself your ritual of supercilious, have an advantage that energy towards submission, towards opening our eyes and really seeing one fresh. Tattle that energy to make somewhere your home in power, and make somewhere your home not. Influence clothed in organism an era of understanding, of putting deviation differences and politics and civil strife, and starkly measure one fresh get by.

More accurately of planting the dreadfully old seeds in the dreadfully saline earth and hub bemused equally zero good comes up, let's chosen a new crop. Let's pick a new settle on.

Sacred and Agile Lughnasadh to you and your edge. May the sun glimmer upon you, and may you pick the biggest load of blessings.

Love and Lyte,

Cut Lyte