Lammas/Lughnassad/Loafmas is one of my favourite sabbats. My coven always has a backyard bbq and some times we have baked bread/challah during ritual. Preparing the food and eating together and giving thanks and cleaning up has been the sum total of the ritual and for some reason it’s the most fun.
Sometimes we have started with a morning trip to the Saturday farmer’s market to choose the table decorations and food for the ritual.
When we are making the bread we all take turns kneading it and directing our thanks and good wishes into the bread we will all eat together during the meal. Lammas as the first of the three harvest sabbats was traditionally dedicated to the first grain harvest just like Samhain is for root vegetables, nuts and animals that were culled so as not to have to be cared for during winter.
We spend time in the kitchen slicing vegetables and marinading whatever is to go on the fire.
We cast a circle around the bbq to cook our various offering since some are vegetarians and some are not.
When all is ready we feast! We talk about what is happening in our lives. We give thanks for what we have been given that year. We enjoy each other’s company.
Lammas is probably the least stressful of all the sabbats when it comes to celebrating. We like to eat and we all enjoy putting the meal together and eating, even doing the dishes together is fun.
I grew up singing this grace on church choir family retreats every year. It was ‘our’ grace that never got sung any where else. I think it’s a perfect grace for Lammas so I made the slide. The tune is the hymn tune “We Gather Together “.
And it reminds me to go out to Tapia Farms store and buy fresh corn and take more pictures. 🙂
This is Lammas or Loafmas or Lughnassad. The feast of the first harvest but what if you are feeling like you have nothing to harvest?
I can tell you right now you do. If you are above ground and haven’t been buried or cremated you have something to be thankful for.
I haven’t had a permanent job for over 4 ½ years but I have a good temp job at the moment. I’m grateful.
I have some physical issues but if I feel pain at least I know I’m alive. Might not have felt that way for about a minute last week after that fall when I had an introduction to the earth but I am grateful to be able feel.
Because you see, except for my sister, there is nothing left of the nuclear family I was born into. They aren’t here to celebrate breathing the air or seeing the ocean. I am. You have to be grateful to live. We have so much our ancestors did not and yet we whine.
Having spent many summers without indoor plumbing, I’m grateful I can have a toilet that flushes. Many places on the planet don’t even have running water let alone sanitation.
I’m grateful to sleep indoors because I could quite easily be homeless. We’ve come very close at times.
I’m grateful to have clothes to wear. They may not always fit or be high fashion because I’ve lost weight but they cover me and I’m grateful.
I’m grateful my eyes see and my ears hear because someday they may not do either. But I’ll learn to deal with it as it comes.
I’ve come close to dying a few times. I’m very grateful I did not.
I’m grateful for the library when I can’t afford to buy books or music.
I’m grateful for the food we have now because sometimes it’s been food from the dollar store or go without.
I’m grateful for electricity and all its many uses like being able to assemble the electrons and protons to type this.
I’m grateful to my ancestors. I wouldn’t be here without them even with a genetically challenged gene pool.
I’m grateful for the love of my friends and friendship.
I’m grateful for creativity and that I can think and dream in so many ways. And that I can enjoy what others think and dream.
I’m grateful no one sane is really thinking about burning people who have different belief systems in this country or because they love the “wrong” person.
I’m grateful I have my car at the moment and the bus when I do not and I’m grateful that even if I have to use a cane I can walk to places.
I’m able to breathe. I’m grateful.
I have a lot to be grateful for. These are my first fruits. What are yours?
~creating community for clergywomen~
Ria Loader explores words, writing process, and magic in scifi and urban fantasy. Wyrdplay is a play on words and wyrd is a kind of magic.
Building Disability Community and Justice in the Outdoors
FOR A NEW TOMORROW
This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees
Bereavement single parent dad
life through one female Asperger's lens
SteveTanham - writing, mysticism, photography, poetry, friends
- Satire, Commentary, Satirical Commentary -
politics, engineering, parenting, relevant things over coffee.
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Music, tour stories and good chocolate
Goddess, folklore, herbs, bees, honey, mythology, fairy tales, plant lore, gardening
books for kids about families, friendship, feelings and funny stuff
A Site of Beautiful Resistance