Lughnasadh is here! Today is not just a holiday, the wheel has turned into an entirely new season by the same name. For those who follow the Celtic calendar we have now entered the West, the autumn of the year. The time for harvest is upon us and our yield does not lie. The truth of our labors will out. Always. Spiritually speaking, what we planted at Imbolc will be ready for us to receive soon if our intentions grew and bore fruits of manifestation. A subtle urgency has crept into the edges of my leisurely summer pace. There is work to do even to get the most out of the playtime left during the longest days of the year. A chill in the late evening air dutifully reminds me the Summer is coming to a close and it's sweet easy living with it.
As we sat in the garden last night I remarked to my husband that I am seeing the detriment of not accepting the full responsibility of some of my actions. It is vital to both our individual and collective progress that we have an accurate picture of how much we are reaping after what we have sown. I'm not just talking about owning our failures, but also owning our accomplishments, too. After all of our combined efforts successfully stopped the repeal of the Affordable Healthcare Act, I heard resistance leader, Elizabeth Cronise McClaughlin say that if we do not stop to celebrate what we've accomplished we will not be ready to meet the next challenge when it arrives, and it will arrive. I wondered what she was talking about, but then as I surveyed the scene of this years paltry garden plot I began to understand. Because I hadn't truly honored my contribution to our garden in the past I didn't understand how important it was for the present and the future. Seeing this blind spot I have about my little garden plot has certainly initiated some soul searching to find all of the other places I've automatically overlooked and WHY?
I do not claim to be particularly good at gardening, but I have demonstrated ability before. Many friends have commented on their admiration of this 'talent' of mine throughout the years. I always demure to the plants themselves and say that the credit is really theirs, I just plant them and help them grow. Even right now I'm being too humble about it because the truth is my garden looks awful this year and the number one component it is missing is me! It has been a 'Travel Year' and knowing we would be gone on one big trip each month this summer, I still went ahead with planting. I couldn't not and it was mainly just some standards, mostly along the perimeter of our raised boxes. The cucumbers took a nasty beating in our unseasonably hot July, but John trellised them after our most recent homecoming and they are on the rebound. There are shrimpy summer squash plants that are finally flowering and will probably still yield some and similar winter squash plants that seem less likely. The tomato patch is hanging tough, but would much prefer ideal growing temperatures and no ripe fruit yet (not much fruit at all). We had a great house sitter who watered and kept all the plant babies alive during the heat wave. What we haven't had is much ability to 'help them grow.' It's time to weed and feed and it is not to late. Not for the tomato patch and not for any of the wishes that were planted at Imbolc.
I live in wheat country and here in the Golden Triangle harvest is underway. Once all that grain is cut it has to be culled. Lammastide, another name for this harvest time is when we all ought to be making our yearly resolutions, not in the dead of winter on New Year's Eve. You have likely been under this spell before if you've ever felt the allure all of the possibilities a fresh school year holds. Take advantage of this energy to winnow away any bad habits you have been wishing to shed. I am resetting my interaction with the digital and online realms after reinstalling the facebook ap on my phone again and falling into my terrible zombie scroll habit. As I look forward to the coming autumn I am really, REALLY thankful that I don't have to depend on the food I raised myself to survive the winter. Can you even fathom facing the dwindling light and growing cold knowing that it was unlikely you would survive to try again next year? But what about your heart and your soul? Have you provided them with adequate stores of inspiration and satisfaction to make it through the winter? Lughnasadh can be a time of such rich reward and this is the kernel of any wish I plant at Imbolc. May you be content with what you reap when the autumn comes, but may your heart be left just hungry enough to give you something to stretch towards in the next season of growth.