Lammas Blessings Lovers!
Maybe because I'm running a business that relies so heavily on seasonal shifts but I've grown a love for the lesser recognized passings, such as Lammas. Celebrated August first when the first loaves of bread, from summer's grain harvest, are baked. It's the first of three Wiccan fall harvest festivals that takes place each year & is named for the Irish God Lugh, the great craftsman, said to sacrifice himself by way of the sun each year to nourish the corn crop.
Metaphorically, this is a great time to evaluate your personal harvest. What seeds have you planted this summer? What are you nourishing & providing with sunshine? Has it grown? Flourished? Are you ready to claim what you've toiled so hard for? I see among humans, including myself, a reluctance to fully claim what is ours. We tend to shy away from thriving to the fullest extent we deserve. Why do you think this is?
I encourage you, over the next couple seasons, as you plant fresh seeds in the garden of life, to evaluate these tendencies. Set an intention to take stalk of any hesitancies you hold around fully blooming as a radiant being. Are you stuck in a holding pattern of fear? If so, what will it take to emancipate yourself? As much as possible, plant the sweet seeds of life & avoid the thorns.
I've been diligently evaluating this theme personally this past season & have found that often, the largest battle is recognizing the sticky places in our Selves. They've been engrained & programmed for so long, sometimes over lifetimes, through ancestral lines, & deep societal pains that we believe placidity in them to be acceptable. They're not. All beings deserve to thrive.
Strive To Thrive.
& may all your weeds be wildflowers.
Try this out. Let go of everything around you. Let go of everything in you. Let go of the body. Let go of the space. Let go of time. Just hang out in Noplace Notime. Aaah . . . what a treat!
Here the Cosmos is wide open. If we like, we could indeed begin to harvest all we physically/psychically/energetically planted months ago in the ground of our lives. But reality turns on a lot less than a dime these days—no telling if what we chose back then is what our world needs now. Out here in the Field every moment is an opening for birthing brand new stories. Out here there are Great Goddesses joyriding on waves of infinite potential, just waiting for us to join them in ecstatic co-creation. Set your intention & fly with it out of the Void to the shore of Realization.
Lughnasadh is a Holy Day of protection & rechoosing what it is we ultimately harvest. Nothing is set in stone. Everything is up for our most outrageous imaginations.