Hi To All,
Many cultures have “first fruit rituals”. The Celtic version is called -"Lughnasadh" is more popularly knownas” Lammas” in many areas of the British Isles. Lammas comes from the Middle English Lammasse. This illustrates the incorporation of Lughnasadh by the Church into its seasonal calendar, as many other Old Celtic and agricultural holidays were. The harvest of the early grain was baked into loaves and offered at mass. It also became a feast that the Church celebrated in commemoration of Saint Peter's deliverance from prison.
Lughnasadh is a time of personal reflection and harvest, of our actions and deeds, events and experiences, our gains and losses. A time when we begin the cycle of reflection of that which is our life. A period for personal fertility magic to ensure the bountiful harvest of life's gifts and experiences, that which we have reaped though trial, tribulation, enjoyment, joy, love and loss. As my Great Grandmother once said to me, "We can not know what we have not experienced." Such is the truth of life. We become not by chance but by experience. Each experience opens a window into ourselves, into who we were, who we are, and whom we are choosing to become.
Lughnasadh is a bitter sweet holiday as well. Mingled with joy with the current seasons harvests with the knowing that summer is soon to end.
Lughnasadh is a time of personal reflection and harvest, of our actions and deeds, events and experiences, our gains and losses. A time when we begin the cycle of reflection of that which is our life. A period for personal fertility magic to ensure the bountiful harvest of life's gifts and experiences, that which we have reaped though trial, tribulation, enjoyment, joy, love and loss. As my Great Grandmother once said to me, "We can not know what we have not experienced." Such is the truth of life. We become not by chance but by experience. Each experience opens a window into ourselves, into who we were, who we are, and whom we are choosing to become.
Lughnasadh is a bitter sweet holiday as well. Mingled with joy with the current seasons harvests with the knowing that summer is soon to end.
Celebrate with a decorative wooden bowl of golden red apples and bake up a loaf of whole wheat bread served with drizzled honey. Share with family and friends... Light a golden candle and reflect on the day and the season...
BB
The primrose murmured to the wind, "Drink in my fair scent,
And tell the child you left behind, Where hidden violets grow.
"Tell him the squirrels leap the boughs, The woodpecker goes tap, tap!
While baby rabbits sit and browse upon the green turf's mossy lap.
"Tell him that scarlet toadstools stain the silent pathways through the wood. The spider weaves a jeweled chain, the busy ants abroad for food.
"Then bid him" said the primrose,
come to sing with us, and work and play, to hear the wild bee's pleasant hum, and be contented all the day."
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