It's August, Already!!
some thoughts on Lughnasadh and poem for the day
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Happy August! Lughnasadh (Lammas) is August 1st and a cross-quarter day on the wheel of the year. It falls in between the Summer Solstice (Litha) and the Fall Equinox (Mabon). If you would like a little history of the day, check out my post from last year below.
Happy Lughnasadh
August 1st is Lughnasadh (pronounced loo-nah-sah). It is the midpoint between the summer solstice and the fall equinox, and the celebration of the first harvest. It originated in ancient Ireland, named after the Celtic deity Lugh, who was a sun deity and harvest god. In the fifth century, Germanic tribes from south of Denmark and Germany began to mig…
I came across a lovely poem today that I think sums it up beautifully:
Weaving the Harvest: A Lammas Poem, by Katrina Rasbold
We know that every grain and seed
Is a record of ancient time,
A promise of all that’s yet to be
And what I claim is mine.
As the grape shall change to become
the wine,
I change in the cauldron of life.
I’ll drink of the wine of enchantment
and learn from the lessons of strife.
Within all forms is locked the path
Of future, present and past.
The Ancient Ones who spin our fates
Lay blessings on us at last.
Having planted once my future goals
They now come to fruition
I spoke aloud and Goddess heard
Giving birth to my ambition
In concert work and concert weave
New patterns to my life
I open heart to greatest good
And banish pain and strife.
On Lughnassadh now I reach to sky
My faith on solid ground
I welcome Harvest to my life
Where blessings shall abound.
By oat and grain and wheat and corn
By Air, Fire, Water, and Earth
By sword and chalice, hoof and horn
The Harvest now is birthed.
Wishing you a lovely first harvest and final month of summer!
Until next time,
