August Eve, the festival of John Barleycorn, the wheat harvest. Lammas is a joyous time, traditionally celebrated with feasts, games, contests, and gatherings. It is also a profoundly mystical time, when we see the God as embodied in the grain. He is cut down, to rise again as bread, to be eaten by His people, to provide nurturance for them. Life to death to life to death to life. The great cycle.
It is joyous and light, mystical and dark, frightening and playful and kind of filling, actually—lots of bread and all. There’s a sexual component as the Goddess seduces and entices the God to make this sacrifice, but really, it’s His day, as he whispers in our ears of wildness and domesticity, of sacrifice and immortality.
May all your endeavors be reborn with Him.
