08/02/2023
Happy Lammas! The celebration of mid-summer.
This is the first harvest - a time of abundance, our opportunity to assume conscious collective responsibility for creating the future.
In this time of grains ripening, as we can also feel the Great Loneliness that wraps our human world, keep asking: What is it we value?
--Oak Chezar @ Mother Tongue Ink 2019
There is a cauldron's call sounding in the late summer days inviting us to deepen and renew, wisps of steam rising and bubbles of possibility breaking the surface.
The pot is on, the flavors are melding, our lives are coming to a boil.
Remembering our task to re-call the fragments of our attention under a silver moon, reminded of what it means to truly care, we allow the cries of the world to touch our weary hearts, where they might yet take root and bear fruit.
While we watch what grows and thrives and ebbs and fades right where we are, a baby sea turtle is cradled in the gentle hands of a volunteer as it remembers how to follow the moon.
A patch of coral is finding a new foothold on a reef gone gray.
Everywhere, crows are calling in a wild, mad chorus that seems to circle the world, harsh and magic all in one call.
Something becomes unlocked, unloosed in our still tender hearts and lifts off howling in gratitude for what it needs to thrive.
--Molly Remer @ Mother Tongue Ink 2022
--Photo: The Magic Cauldron @ Pam Taylor Photography 2019
