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Tracie Ford's avatar

Slowing down to simply be, is underrated. Thanks for the reminder! Blessed Lughnasadh!

Jennifer Lane's avatar

And so helpful when life is sweeping us away! I hope you had a beautiful Lughnasadh.

Felicitas Ritter's avatar

I love your suggestion of working with Rhiannon. I typically work with Demeter at this time but you’ve inspired me.

Jennifer Lane's avatar

She has so many focuses but I love seeing her as a mother and harvest goddess – I wonder how she will differ in her energy from Demeter for you x

Paula Diaz's avatar

This might sound silly, but watch Stevie Nick’s 1976 masterpiece performance of “Rhiannon” on The Midnight Special. It’s on YouTube. It’s transcendent & fully felt.

Jennifer Lane's avatar

I’ve just watch this now and - very honestly - feel quite transformed. Thank you so much for sharing this with me!

Paula Diaz's avatar

Wonderful. It’s just—wow. I watch it a couple times a month just for the 🤩 infusion! At the end I think she’s fully possessed.

Sue Bee's avatar

Thank you and blessings <3

Jennifer Lane's avatar

I hope you've had a gorgeous day! 💛🌻

Sue Bee's avatar

it's been beautiful. I feel the chill in the air and leaves are starting to turn and fall slightly. it's breathtaking here in the Oregon forest <3 thank you <3

Jennifer Lane's avatar

This sounds glorious! It’s still very hot and humid here in the UK right now, but I can’t wait for the Wheel to tip slightly more into that Mabon chilliness soon! :)

Masato Sengoku's avatar

Reading this alongside the Japanese calendar this week has been striking. In Japan, we just finished summer doyo — an earth-season where the almanac says not to break new ground or start new things. The element of earth is unsettled between summer and autumn. Then on August 7, Risshuu arrives: the official Beginning of Autumn, over a thousand years older than the Gregorian calendar. Your description of Lughnasadh as the first harvest — the summertime switch to slowing down — mirrors this perfectly. Two traditions, separated by thousands of miles, both saying: the peak of summer is actually autumn knocking. The calendar knows what the thermometer doesn't.