Happy Lammas also referred to Lughnassadh but I can't pronounce that so I stick with Lammas. It marks the first Harvest and half way point between the Summer Solstice and Autumn Equinox, already.
Next Saturday is August's full moon, ditto on the already. This moon is known as the Grain or Barley Moon, Full Sturgeon Moon, When All Things Ripen Moon, Corn Moon, even Dog Day's Moon.
Here's the thing: I love honoring the season's points, the new and full moons. It's important to me to be in sync and participate my life with the flow and harmony of the annual seasons and monthly moon cycles but right now I'm a bit catiwampus! I don't like that I'm not only not in harmony and that I'm really wishing away the last of Summer and hurrying in Autumn. (silly girl, all the wishing isn't going to rob them of their time, only you)
Could it be the surgery and the set back which has accompanied it? Could it be the ants are driving me buggy and the bats are driving me batty, both of which have been excessive (critters and me)? The chickens are being dumb and the dogs are extra-getting-on-my-nerves barky? My yard is over grown in weeds and I've said this before, this is coming from one who views most weeds as wild flowers. Maybe it's stuff happening around our gorgeous globe, near and far? Have I taken on more than I can handle this summer with deadlines approaching and I'm beating myself up for procrastinating?
Or, is this all part of the harmony and flow of the cycle and I'm resisting, seeing myself as set back (well, I really kinda am), falling into my same patterns (yep, kinda doing that too) of beating myself up? What if I shifted my perspective? Saw myself right where I am, not outside of, but part of the beautiful harmony I adore? And then, with acceptance, picking up and carrying on from this very point?
But. It's. So. Damn. Hard. When seething with catiwampusness there arises uncertainty and anxiousness too..........
Closing my eyes, controlling my breath, the first things which came to me:
The abundant apple trees, wild sunflowers, hollyhocks all which are hearty, healthy, and growing among the weeds, and ants, for which I've had my focus on.
How beautiful is our God and Momma Earth? Sending me a simple message:
Apple-do not be tempted with old self patterns, remain in the harmony, not everything is ready at first harvest, there is time.
Hollyhock-another stronghold, tall, pliable, reaching, beautiful dancer with wind, ambition will be met and fulfilled within and along the cycle.
Sunflower-my dearest stronghold, also represents the crown chakra, open to crown space, reminding me, once again, to simply face the Son.
There's ease with this, welcome ease. Then, passing by one of the bookshelves, a tumbling sound as about 10 books slide and tilt to one side. One book falling forward. Realigning (such a perfect word) the group, the one which fell forward, (Mother Nature's Herbal), again letting me know it needed to be present. Fanning through it's pages this surfaced:
Harmony - "The balance of beauty and creativity in the nature of an individual, often described as a state of grace."
With gratitude, grace, and a great big sighing breath of renewed joy, so be it!
Next Saturday is August's full moon, ditto on the already. This moon is known as the Grain or Barley Moon, Full Sturgeon Moon, When All Things Ripen Moon, Corn Moon, even Dog Day's Moon.
Here's the thing: I love honoring the season's points, the new and full moons. It's important to me to be in sync and participate my life with the flow and harmony of the annual seasons and monthly moon cycles but right now I'm a bit catiwampus! I don't like that I'm not only not in harmony and that I'm really wishing away the last of Summer and hurrying in Autumn. (silly girl, all the wishing isn't going to rob them of their time, only you)
Could it be the surgery and the set back which has accompanied it? Could it be the ants are driving me buggy and the bats are driving me batty, both of which have been excessive (critters and me)? The chickens are being dumb and the dogs are extra-getting-on-my-nerves barky? My yard is over grown in weeds and I've said this before, this is coming from one who views most weeds as wild flowers. Maybe it's stuff happening around our gorgeous globe, near and far? Have I taken on more than I can handle this summer with deadlines approaching and I'm beating myself up for procrastinating?
Or, is this all part of the harmony and flow of the cycle and I'm resisting, seeing myself as set back (well, I really kinda am), falling into my same patterns (yep, kinda doing that too) of beating myself up? What if I shifted my perspective? Saw myself right where I am, not outside of, but part of the beautiful harmony I adore? And then, with acceptance, picking up and carrying on from this very point?
But. It's. So. Damn. Hard. When seething with catiwampusness there arises uncertainty and anxiousness too..........
Closing my eyes, controlling my breath, the first things which came to me:
The abundant apple trees, wild sunflowers, hollyhocks all which are hearty, healthy, and growing among the weeds, and ants, for which I've had my focus on.
How beautiful is our God and Momma Earth? Sending me a simple message:
Apple-do not be tempted with old self patterns, remain in the harmony, not everything is ready at first harvest, there is time.
Hollyhock-another stronghold, tall, pliable, reaching, beautiful dancer with wind, ambition will be met and fulfilled within and along the cycle.
Sunflower-my dearest stronghold, also represents the crown chakra, open to crown space, reminding me, once again, to simply face the Son.
There's ease with this, welcome ease. Then, passing by one of the bookshelves, a tumbling sound as about 10 books slide and tilt to one side. One book falling forward. Realigning (such a perfect word) the group, the one which fell forward, (Mother Nature's Herbal), again letting me know it needed to be present. Fanning through it's pages this surfaced:
Harmony - "The balance of beauty and creativity in the nature of an individual, often described as a state of grace."
With gratitude, grace, and a great big sighing breath of renewed joy, so be it!
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