There's a crispness to the air,
it may rain for days,
gentle sprinkles and also thunderstorms
and the sudden mini cloudburst
in the midday sun.
It seemed overnight literally
that we crossed the threshold to autumn.
May our harvests be fruitful for all.
May clear vision guide us well.
May we share our love and shine our light easily
and generously
and also towards ourselves.
May we stay present and listen and hear
and speak from the heart.
May our connections stay strong.
May healing be in due time,
grief and sorrow allowed to ebb,
and grounded peace prevail.
intertwining layers
of flowers fresh and dry
burning on a hot fire
started with twigs and bark
and wet wood
and good sticks.
And as the last folks were leaving
the rain
which held off since the morning
lightly started
with our shadows on the earth
and a rainbow
arching from East to the South.
Lughnasah.
Reverence. Gratitude. Love.
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| photo by Emmallyea |
Afterwards
Bryan & I sat together in the evening bluing
him playing his drum and me writing notes
while we talked
and the fire rekindled.
The endless day that is Summer wanes.
Savor and gather
slowly steadily
together.
Some of those rambling notes and some pictures:
rainbows of gentle rain
company
as in keeping company
in person together.
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| photo by Emmallyea |
letting go of pushing
really being in your earth body
on this earth
together
now
four new energies
what is outside of your boundaries
may all beings be free
staying clear
and clearly focused
and open
Olympic Fever
Honoring the Old Gods
Camaraderie
World Peace
End to the Wars
Let our blood flow freely
where and how it should
and stop the needless bloodshed
and waste
deep breaths
deep gratitude
real connections with our recently deceased
feeling comfort in our skins
doves call
the air has changed
season shifting quietly
the sun's arc moving more South
flowers still bud
as fruit ripens
but this is an ending growth
rather than the
blush of first bloom.
