Lughnasadh has always been a special time for me with Lughnasadh eve being my birthday. Our family has always had a big celebration to where we have gotten together and usually travelled to the coast to the Jersey shore. Always a grand time of the year, water is warm enough to swim, the sights and sounds and smells of the boardwalk, rides, food stands, games of chance and the wheel games. It was always the smell of the bay as we were crossing the bridge to Seaside Island Heights that always made me smile and filled me with such wonderful memories.
Lughnasadh is more so about the first harvest. Here in Maine, I have already harvested the broccoli as it came up fast and the tomatoes are getting bigger. The lettuce is definitely ready to be harvested now. Cucumbers, I am behind on so those will be on another harvest time.
This is in honor of the God Lugh. When choosing a patron God, it was difficult to decide on. I didn’t feel the draw to Lugh, perhaps because he’s always been there, feasting with us on my birthday. Cernunnos ended up choosing me instead. But the past year or more I have been hearing Lugh making his presence known. You know that subtle clearing of the throat? Yep, Lugh. I hear him. So on this joyous week of Lughnasadh, I will be looking to cast some stepping stones, one in particular is the Greenman and I plan to paint his leaves a golden yellow and some crimson edges in honor of Lugh. Already I have renewed the wards and protection to the land and the main entrance of the house. I will probably continue with protection throughout the year.
Since my last posting, I was let go from a job I had for over 15 years. So at this point I feel like I was dropped off at a crossroads with several paths before me. It has been difficult to choose which one to go down as there are so many. One thing I do know is that I don’t want to continue down a path where I was working for a company who had lost it’s original reason for being, to care for others, to better the quality of life for other people who are suffering in this world. They have turned to the almighty dollar and forget what they were about, what the original owner had started and what made their name so reputable around the world. Just in how they treated me alone after so many years of loyalty and service and earning them more money than they had ever foreseen before. Sad. But it had been very difficult to work for them the past few years. The money, yes was nice, more than ever but it was eating at my soul as I watched the company going downhill.
Many nice people there, but many who are quick to blow out another’s candle in order to make their’s burn brighter.
So all I can do is turn myself away from that. Let go of the anger, hurt, and sadness. Search for a better way, a better facility or company that has not yet lost sight of what is important in this world.
I looked around and fell into the essential oil company, doTerra. I know there are others out there and yet, there was something about doTerra that drew me in. Part of it was me wanting to be able to purchase my own oils without going to another to do so, but then another part of me, wanted to help other people and learning of the Ovate part of Druidry and of the healing that herbs can do for humans, it led me in a way, to essential oils and their healing properties. So that is one path that I will venture down and explore and see where it may lead me.
But with the coming and passing of Lughnasadh, I feel more connected to the land and how wondrous it is to be able to harvest from my own garden and feel a whole new appreciation for others’ gardens and excitement to see them growing and getting back to the more basics of life, to the earth and to enjoy her bounty. So planting trees and giving them some fresh soil and nutrients, giving back to the land that has given to us.
The stones are coming Lugh. In your honor.