A time of first fruits, of the first harvest. The first loaf, Lammas. A time of bounty after sacrifices of time, effort and life. We could forage, live on what we find, but it would not sustain us, certainly not all of us… the sick, the needy, the old, the young, those unable to forage and fend for themselves. We don’t leave any of our own.
We plough, we sow, we labour. Often this harvest and this labour are reduced to a cash transaction. But we can celebrate, we can give thanks.
She cleared the plains so that we could plant, readied the land for agriculture, but the effort led to exhaustion and death. Like the previous year’s dead vegetation she sacrificed her life to the land. She fed the soil.
He seizes the crops for humanity. He protects them from blight by defeating the very physical representation of that plant destroyer. A battle personified. A victory won. A celebration required.
Lay Low the Barley was inspired by the myth and legend surrounding the harvest. It was born from the metaphor of Tailtiu’s sacrifice and Lugh’s victorious battle.
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There are ‘tears‘. However hard we try to avoid certain situations and events, our lives still contain elements of sadness. It might be a past hurt, an unresolved situation or the approach of each new day. We cry either within or without. This is natural. This is life.
As sadness encroaches, we can find ourselves overwhelmed. We seek ‘comfort‘. This Might be found from external sources, friends, family or others. It might be internal, from within, an inner peace found through spiritual growth.
Ritual might play a part. Personal victories, totems, cairns, altars, memorials. Prayer or manifesto may become our ‘mantra‘. We seek to be happy, to move from the sadness.
We change. We enter a moment of metamorphosis, a ‘chrysalis‘. From a previous state into the next. From sadness to joy, from fear to hope, from weakness to strength.
We are ‘empowered‘. We are not bound and held by our sadness or other negative emotions. We can overcome. We are not bound by fate but are fellow travellers. No emotion or substance or element or person has a right to control us. We are in control. We have emerged.
We spread our wings. We rise upon the thermals. We reach heights never before dreamed, or even imagined. We ‘soar‘. A new creation, a new being. Changed from what we were into what we can become.
Our dreams can become our destiny. True ‘transformation‘ leads to ‘freedom‘.
Most days on twitter and Facebook I share a little personal proverb, or thought, that always starts ‘morning worlds’. Back in February when I was attaempting to complete the FAWM challenege I wrote a song called, and here’s the tenuous link, Morning worlds.
It began as a laid back instrumental piece and ended up one of the 11 pieces I wrote during the month. Today I have been mixing an intrumental version and enjoying the simplicity of the music. So often I find myself filling the spaces, but recently I have found that the adage less is more, is very true.
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Back to the mix now… first tea though, yes tea.