Rejoicing in the Sovereign Splendor of Creation – Blessed Lughnasadh
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
Each Lughnasadh, it’s my tradition to share this sublime Mary Oliver poem. Let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
The Song of Lughnasadh I am the sovereign splendor of creation, I am the fountain in the courts of bliss, I am the bright surrender of the willpower, I am the watchful guardian and the kiss. I am the many-colored landscape, I am the transmigration of the geese, I am the burnished glory of the … Read more
Since today is the astronomical mid-point between Summer Solstice and Autumn Equinox, I am encoring my favorite poem that suits Lughnasadh so well. Blessings.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests. May you never hunger.
The Wheel of the Year turns once again, and we bid farewell to the season of growth and fruiting, and prepare for the first of the harvest sabbats. Blessed be.