Wishing you all a wonderful first harvest weekend, whether you celebrate Lúnasa, Lammas or Yorkshire Day! All three have meaning for me, but Lúnasa is the festival I celebrate most. Click the link for a poem named for Samildánach, one of Lugh’s epithets. https://mabhsavage.com/2018/08/01/samildanach/
I walk up to the gates And I tell them How much I have to offer How much I have to give But they don’t want to know They’ve seen it all before You don’t write better Sing better Fight better Than any we’ve… Continue Reading “Lugh’s Lesson”
Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?… Continue Reading “Samildánach”
Despite the rainy intervals, these gorgeous swifts managed to catch some respite during a sunny spell, drying themselves in Lugh’s light. I’m spending Lughnasadh, also the time of Lammas and the first harvest, camping with family near a farm in Skipton. We are enjoying… Continue Reading “Merry Lughnasadh “
Bright poke in the eye From Lugh, golden in the blue; I reflect, moon like.
Lammas was a two day affair this year; the first day spent in heat and happiness traipsing through the wilderness with my little boy. We found cherries, blushing in the bright sun, and berries black and glossy like tiny dark eyes. After the heavy… Continue Reading “Lammas”