Thinking About – Lughnasadh

Thinking About – Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh (aka Lammas) is one of the 8 festivals that are held within the modern Pagan Wheel of the Year. It marks the first harvest – that being the wheat and barley within the fields that has grown from the green of the Summer Solstice, to the gold of Lughnasadh. In old folk songs of Albion the spirit of the fields has been called ‘John Barleycorn’, and the whole dying and resurrecting God story was made popular by James Frazer’s book The Golden Bough. It’s interesting that this was one of the must reads when I first discovered Paganism, along with Robert Graves’ The White Goddess. These days I hear people say they are two of the books people new to the Path mustn’t read, but I got a lot from them myself. I’m not sure advice of avoidance is that useful – maybe just read them with an open mind, and know that some of the scholarly aspects may well be suspect. Yet still to me the Awen sings through some of their pages.

But I digress…

Lughnasadh was the first Pagan festival I remember celebrating. Me and some friends organised a picnic on the hill below the Long Man of Wilmington (a hill that some years later would see the foundation of the Anderida Gorsedd open rituals, that continue for every festival to this day). I had recently founded a business, so during the ceremony I stepped away from the picnic, and held a magical ceremony. The business needed extra finances, so I wrote a ritual asking that, if it be for the greater good, some extra finance came our way. I still have the little bottle that contains the ritual herbs, parchment, and magical words. Paganism was also new to many of the people on the picnic, so I brought along some information about the festival.

It was a great day. Below the hill the fields still stood golden in the sunshine, but in other fields you could hear the sound of the harvesters bringing John Barleycorn in. No fields full of people now, coming together in community with scythe and cord, cutting the crop by hand. Would the last sheaf, the ‘neck’, still be left standing to be honoured, cut and raised aloft with the call “I have the neck!” Probably not, but somehow the spirit of the fields still spoke to me that day, and heard the words of my magic. The next day I received a call in the office, and our newly-formed company gained it’s own Business Angel.

I love Lughnasadh, but I have mixed feeling about what it brings next. I’m a Child of Summer, born near the Summer Solstice, and I know that when the gates of Lughnasadh open, they bring the first stirrings of Autumn, and thus with it less daylight hours, and the change that will then bring the dark, wet, and cold of Winter. So although Lughnasadh feels like the culmination of the Wheel, and brings the celebration of the first harvest, it is also tinged with sadness. Which again is only right. The God who was born at the Winter Solstice, a tiny light in the darkness, has grown, the land has reflected that with the blossoms of Spring, the heat of the Sun increasing as he aged, and reached his height of power and strength. But now he stands in the fields, an old, bearded man, with a crooked cane, ready to make that final journey into the halls of the Otherworld.

I absolutely get that not everyone who walks the Path of Paganism appreciates this tale of the dying and resurrecting God. I understand that for some the duality of God and Goddess of the Land is problematic, but it still works for me, and helps me to understand my place in life. And there are some of the 8 festivals where this tale/metaphor/truth/whatever it is, stands there, tall and proud, and I cannot deny how I relate to them. The spirit of the fields is sacrificed to the blade, be that scythe or machine, and is gathered, so that we may have our bread, our beer. Lughnasadh is a time to be thankful, a time of honouring, a time of reflecting on our own harvests – how well have the seeds within our own lives grown? Have we nurtured them, or have some lain dormant, and just didn’t germinate? Should they be sown once more for next year?

Those three men from the west have done their work, and now many of the fields around here lay bare. The Corn King has returned to the feasting halls of the Otherworld, whilst the Lady remains, growing with fruit and berry, to be harvested around the Autumn Equinox. Then she too will change, as the crows call across the land, and the breath of the Caelleach brings the cold winds of Samhain.

And thus the Wheel continues to turn.

7 responses to “Thinking About – Lughnasadh”

  1. Beautiful words Damh.
    My feelings for the tales/myth/truth etc follow in the same way.
    I think the beauty is that there is no ‘set dogma’ as to how these things are interpreted. Room for all of us, in the individual way that the Spirit(s) of the land reaches out to us.

  2. I agree with you about The White Goddess. I wrote a work of fiction based on Graves’ work where I explain the dying/resurrecting god — To Sleep with Stones — and set it among the Standing Stones at Kilmartin Glen. I love Graves’ Wheel of the Year and his tribute to the poet/bard. It’s truly an inspired book and therefore is an inspiration to others. Happy Lughnasadh:)

  3. thanks for sharing another thoughtful blog. i love the autumn even though i know that the cold of winter is fast on it’s heels. i dont care. it is my favorite time of year. and i love halloween/samhain and all the insights/ frights that go along with them. i love when the veil is thin….it is an exciting time of year, IMO. the fresh, crisp air feels so good after the heat of summer….and i guess i am done rambling! lol blessings to you and yours. )O(

  4. I love what you have to say at all times. There is always something, usually a lot of things, that reflect directly onto my soul. I am so grateful to have found you. Perhaps someday it’s it is deem to be, I would love to hear you sing and hear your stories. Perhaps if things come together as they should then this will occur. May the gods and goddesses bless you and continue to prosper in your life.

  5. Thank you for your beautiful words. They paint such lovely pictures. Here where I live it is grey and cooler then the usual 100 degree heat we get in the Summer. Rain is predicted and much welcome. I love Autumn best of all the seasons. Cool and crisp but not too windy. And the sunsets are to die for. Turquoise blue skys set on fire at the western horizon with the setting Sun. It’s chile harvest time and you can smell the roasting chiles everywhere you go, long green Hatch chiles. There are apples and cantaloups and different squashes too. I turned seventy years old in July and though I don’t feel that different from last year a new decade does make you reflect and contemplate life. There are circumstances that are beyond me that I should ignore. And there are others that I should give more attention to. I have to learn to take more time for me. Forty seven years I have been married to the same man. I spoiled him way too much and now he might feel I am neglecting him but I must now take time to nurture myself. Again, thank you for your lovely words and your beautiful music.— Isabel*

  6. To this beautiful bit of writing I leave the immortal words of one of my favorite authors, Ursula K. Le Guin

    “Only in silence the word.
    Only in dark the light,
    Only in dying life;
    Bright the hawk’s flight
    On the empty sky.”
    – The creation of Ea

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.