In many cultures, today marks the beginning of the ends of Summer.
For many, it is the time of the First Harvest and through the ancient tribal world throughout the Northern Hemisphere, it is so. This is the time that the wheat begins to be ready for the scythe and as bits of bounty has been coming as July comes to a close, the true rewards of our efforts in the Spring truly begin to bestow bounty upon us.
Last year at this time I was in deep mourning for the death of my father that happened the night before the Full Buck Moon. Anyone who knew the man, who knew the symbolism of this time would nod and smile at the timing.
A year later and my sadness took me this past weekend, but not to a place of despair and relentless regret. No, just sadness of that which will never be again. A longing for the child in me that loved her dad more than the stars and the moon. Knowing his flaws and faults but loving him unconditionally regardless.
But death comes for us many times throughout the year. It comes to us in the seasons, through the earth and her creatures, from the stars above and the deep within the life we live at the most microcosmic levels.
And in Death, we are able to break things down and nourish ourselves and our surroundings so that in rebirth we can go forward stronger and wiser.
Oh, this life and it's mysteries.
This life and it's healing opportunities.
This life and it's lessons.
Today being the First Harvest in the Northern Hemisphere, has me thinking about what it is that I am harvesting in many different ways, what we all harvest from this life. The balance of life and death. The beauty of our experiences and the pain of lessons and harms. It's all for a bigger purpose than we ever realize. At times when we cry out 'Why me?' we are so unaware of the thankfulness we should be feeling because the pain is so sharp in the moment. Once the moment is realized and we move passed the pain, though, there is a gift in our growth that is immeasurable. Even I can feel it as the sadness rips through me, or sometimes is just rolling. I can be thankful even though it breaks my heart. I can be angry even though a piece of me rejoices.
Be aware of what you are harvesting. Be aware of what you are cultivating. Be aware of your love and your hate and do not deny any of it.
There's a lesson in the movements of this world and if we are lucky enough to connect and move with it, alongside it, then we can discover so very much while keeping the Great Mysteries so very Sacred in our movements.
There's spectacular Balance in the world between life and death. Today marks the beginning of the Autumn energies. Today, we see the balance between the worlds and if you touch the Earth, if you look to the Sun, and if you hold the Moon close, you will know it to be true.
In Slavic traditions this entire month was strewn with festivals. The Harvesting of Volos's beard (the wheat), the dancing, singing, merriment, feasting and games. Lughnasadh for Celts as the god of craftsmanship and the Sun. The Welsh god Lleu and the Gallic Lugos. It all represents the same idea, the same archetype, and very similar logos. Dive into our fables of old dear friends.
Remember what it is to connect yourself to this Earth and all of her creations and wonders.
Blessed Harvest and remember, what dies shall live again.
Author: Cari-Lee Miller
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