Tuesday, July 31, 2007


To be said at the front door on the eve of Lughnasadh

Lady of the land, open the door,
Lord of the forest, come you in.
Let there be welcome to the bountiful compassion,
Let there be welcome to the Autumn of the year.
In fruit and grain you are traveling,
In ferment and bread you will arrive.
May the blessed time of Lughnasadh
Nourish the soul of all beings,
Bringing love and healing of all hurts.
From the heights to the depths,
From the depths to the heights,
To the wounds of every soul.

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toonguykc said...

That's very prettily put.  My dad is harvesting so many cucumbers, onions and tomatoes -- he can't find enough people to give them to because most of his friends are crazy gardeners too!


tenyearnap said...

Russ's Dad can send them cukes and such my way. I didn't plant anything this year. (Bad me!) --Cin