The eternal wheel continues to turn and Lughnasadh, first harvest, is upon us. Across the land the fecundity of the earth merged with the potency of the suns energy is reflected in every golden ear of grain ready for harvesting; John Barley Corn's time has come, and his sacrifice will help to feed us all. Though life's harvest isn't restricted to the land, it also manifests in the ambitions and desires of our physical and spiritual worlds; hopefully those plans laid out in spring are advancing too, or coming to fruition if it's their time to; I hope so. Beyond our personal microcosms, world events have highlighted the importance of the grain harvest in people's diets and the dire straights we'd find ourselves in if those harvests were to fail; the earth's fragile climate too has also been highlighted in the erratic nature of what were once, for the most part, predictable seasonal conditions. Both need giving thought to whilst we give thanks. Lughnasadh blessings y'all /|\
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