It’s Lammas (also known as Lughnasa) once again! The Wheel of the Year has turned already, which is unbelievable to me. This holiday marks the beginning of harvest season, and I’m filled with gratitude for the bounty in our garden.
This year the drought was relieved for a moment, with needed rain that came perhaps to honor Lugh, for whom this festival is named. While we eat and drink the fruits of our own harvest, share with friends, neighbors, and other farmers, and can and freeze to preserve whatever is left over, I’m constantly aware that many others at the same moment are going hungry, sometimes without even a shelter over their heads.
The simple fact of this process of nature – this warming of the soil and awakening of seed into fruit, then flower, then full circle into seed again, brought about by the longer days with more sun – means quite literally not just sustenance for the soul, the mind, the weary heart, but the very stuff of life itself.