It’s been a long time since we told you about our wonderful year-round rituals. Here we would like to let you participate a little in the ritual of 1.8.23, the 8th full moon after Jul.
We celebrated Lughnasadh / Lammas in a magical place in the Enchanted Forest under the branches of Grandmother Beech.
We never doubted that the weather spirits would be kind to us and that we would celebrate outside, despite all odds (and yes, it was still pouring at noon).
While the freshly baked ritual bread smelled in the kitchen we found a beautiful feather in the garden next to the woodpile. It was dry and just perfect.
In the pouring rain, Alice drove off to cut flowers for Grandmother Beech and gather ears of corn.
When she arrived at the meadow, it stopped raining and kites circled overhead. It didn’t start raining again until she was back in the car.
All day we received signs and messages. Everything would be exactly as it should be! At 3 p.m. the clouds broke and the sun showed itself.
When we arrived in the enchanted forest we were enveloped by spicy fresh scent and rays of sunlight fell through the trees, making the small silver drops in the moss glisten.
It was as if the forest and all its inhabitants had dressed up for the first harvest festival of the year.
Grandmother Beech seemed very pleased. One almost had the impression that she was watching us with a grin as we prepared for the ritual.
Then wonderful people gathered to celebrate Lughnasadh with us.
The spirit of the Southwest called us to the sacred fire as hosts.
We opened the sacred space, separated the wheat from the chaff and “mucked out”. Who or what may go, what may stay?
Wonderful images and insights tumbled into the center as each shared their messages.
Some was still cut and cut through with the help of the reaper and the fire took the chaff in its arms to transform everything.
Even unspoken things that were still hidden in some ears of corn went on their journey with the spirit of fire.
Our grains, the seeds for all that may remain and grow, we threw into the forest with the request that the little people would take care of them in a caring way.
As we blessed and shared the bread together, as our ancestors had done, we were accompanied by the calls of a tawny owl.
What a magical moment!
Strangers become brothers and sisters when they gather together around a sacred fire.
Worlds are moved and changed when we take our places in the circle and remember who we are and what connects us!
The wonderful sweet taste of berries and fresh bread in the mouth, blessed together and broken…
Laughing faces and a song together.
What a gift!
And when we left the forest just before midnight we were greeted by Grandmother Moon, who came out in her full splendor between the clouds.
Thank you to all who celebrated this wonderful ritual with us in the Enchanted Forest!
Der Stamm wächst und wir freuen uns schon darauf, euch bei unserem nächsten Ritual willkommen heißen zu dürfen!
From the heart,
Alice and Jörg