Our First Lughnasadh

I grew up in what I could call a loosely Christian based household.

Occasionally, we went to a tiny rural church. A few times I attended with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. Dad and I went to a couple of sunrise services on Easter. I even ventured to church camp in high school.

But it never really fit me.

Years later, I find myself an odd blend of sorts: a spiritual, witchy hippie.

With lots of various conversations in heavy rotation lately, Trevor and I decided to make some changes.

By celebrating holidays as our pagan ancestors used to.

Pagan holidays celebrate cycles of life. Of nature. The seasons.

This I can get behind.

So we decided to do what feels right for us. Which means Trevor and I are now following The Wheel of the Year.

If you’re interested, you can read more about it here (because we are still learning ourselves!).

Not long after we began researching, Trevor and I realized that the next holiday, Lughnasadh (The Harvest Festival), is August 1st.

Meaning we had only a few days to prepare.

Especially since we chose to celebrate it a day early (yesterday) because of time constraints.

From the information Trevor and I found, Lughnasadh is about celebrating the first harvest of the year. A focus on gratitude and abundance.

(Sidenote: For anyone reading this who is wayyyy more knowledgable about these things, please feel free to correct me if I get something wrong. Or want to offer insight).

After reading about the various ways Lughnasadh is celebrated, The Partner and I opted for gathering wild flowers, enjoying the abundance of nature (we saw the most beautiful bucks and pond full of water lilies on our drive), taking said flowers to a well as a universal thank you for the life water provides, hand fasting at Belmont Cemetery, and enjoying bread on top of a cemetery hill in Yates Center.

Trevor gathering flowers
Our thank you at a secret well
Handfasting
“My heart is melting face”
Sharing bread

It was a lot of fun. Spending the afternoon driving down gravel roads, searching for flowers. Taking in the spacious land and sky. All the beautiful wild flowers. Acknowledging how lucky we truly are.

But for me, it was the connection to it all. A reminder our lives are small and fleeting.

And to remain focused on what matters most.

Trevor and I are already looking into Mabon, our next upcoming holiday. We’re definitely going to go apple picking- using them to bake something deliciously tasty. Maybe we’ll even be able to have a small gathering of family and friends over for dinner!

…depending on what happens out in the world between now and then.

In the meantime, we have birthdays to celebrate. The Teenager starts his sophomore year in a few weeks. And hopefully, we’ll be planning a move in the next month!

Trust me, you guys, as soon as I have a hard moving date, everyone is going to hear about it.

More posts to come.

Published by amberalice

Kansas Native. Knitter. Amateur photographer. Lover of love, plants, and great burritos.

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