Before reading THIS POST by Allison Leigh Lilly, I don’t recall ever having heard of the ancient festival of Lugnasdadh, traditionally celebrated on August 1 or its nearest Sunday.
During the sacred season of Lughnasadh, we can allow ourselves to take a few moments to explore the transformative grace that turns death into life, work into wheat, and grief into gratitude. We can root ourselves in all that it means to be human on this wild holy earth, and remember that part of honoring the work of those who have come before us is to enjoy the gifts of that work in the here and now, the sacred present, with all the gratitude and laughter we can muster.
The world won’t fall apart if we give ourselves time to grieve. The world won’t fall apart if we allow ourselves to be happy.
So bang the drums! And sing the song:
Hoof and Horn, Hoof and Horn
All that dies shall be reborn.
Corn and Grain, Corn and Grain
All that falls shall rise again.
I like that sentiment.