Green to yellow and gold to orange,
and then to brown….
Summoning earth, baked by sky…
courting the Wheel,
stirring the Witch within. ~Danette Wilson
Soon crows will reign and darkness will fall all over the land. Shadows begin to lengthen, and the nights come, just a bit earlier and earlier.
These are the dog days of summer, and our gardens are full of goodies. Fields are full of grains and the harvest is approaching. Take a moment to relax in the heat, and reflect on the upcoming abundance of the fall months. At Lammas, or Lughnasadh, it's time to begin reaping what we have sown throughout the past few months, and recognize that the bright summer days will soon come to an end.
Magic now is focused around the hearth and home, ritually sacrifice negative thoughts, emotions, or behaviors, and relationships that are doing you no good.
As John Barleycorn, the living Spirit of the corn, or grain, is cut, he surrenders his life so that others may be sustained by the grain, so that the life of the community can continue. He is both eaten as the bread and is then reborn as the seed returns to the earth. Death and rebirth. Everything is reborn. This is the wonderful bittersweet of Lammas.
The Goddess becomes the Mother of the Harvest, strong, her face dark from the sun and wind. She carries a scythe and a basket of fruits, vegetables and ears of corn. In order to eat bread we must cut the grain.
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