Those of you whose blogs I have commented on will notice that it doesn't say amber moggie now but A flagrant mind.
I was going to have a separate blog for my more spiritual posts leaving this one for my crafts. After talking it over with a friend of mine I've decided to keep the one blog.
Far less confusing for me, let alone everyone else:)
I am going to keep the new name though. i like it:)
So Lammas is nearly upon us, just a few days to go. How is it for you?
For me it is a weird time, lots of stuff coming up in dreams and lots to work through. A time of reflection on what is, what was and what will be. Lammas is a balancing time in my life, a balance between who I am and how I live my life and on the other side what I need to let go of to honour my place in this world.
Harvest, that is what Lammas is. Loaf mass, a time when the wheat is ripe and the bread can be baked. What kind of harvest? That all depends on the person and how they approach it.
Lammas is also known as Lughnasadh, sacred to the God Lugh. When we harvest it is a completion time, time when projects are finished and we can see the results. From this comes new growth a new turn on the wheel. A time to let go of things and honour their passing while grasping a new spark to work with.
There is so much negativity around at the moment, what with swine flu, the economy to name but two. Maybe part of my Lammas acknowledgement will ask for these things to be finished and for a positive outcome . I will meditate on it over the next few days.
August is a good month in many ways, I have lots of birthdays to celebrate with people including Mr Mogs significant one and a less significant one for me.
The joy of a festival comes from within, the knowledge that my celebrations echo ones that have taken place since time began. I may not celebrate in the same way as the old ones, that is part of the spiral of life, ever changing ever growing. But I have a link with the past in the fact that I do celebrate in my own way.
I am not sure what we will do to commemorate the harvest, watch this space.
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2 comments:
Are you sure you don't mean fragrant rather than flagrant? Flagrant = "conspicuously bad, offensive, or reprehensible" and what you write is very far from that...
Sense of an uncommon kind actually. Rare these days. Which is why I still visit regularly, when I've given up reading shallow and badly written blogs.
You're right about negativity weighing the world down though. I have no idea what the answer is, except to keep doing what I try to do to make people think (therefore behave) differently.
I'm with Blue Witch: You're definately more fragrant than flagrant.
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