Please fire me. I worked as a lifeguard at a water park and a mom came up to me and asked me to tell her weeping, hysterical child that there are no jellyfish in the wave pool.
And a man had his infant child 4 feet deep in the wave pool, I whistled at him and told him all guests under 48 inches must have a life jacket on. He yells back, “I’m in the Coast Guard, I am her life jacket!”
Lammas, sometimes called Lughnasadh, it’s time to begin reaping what we have sown throughout the past few months, and recognize that the bright summer days will soon come to an end.
It is a holiday named for a Celtic god: Lugh. Similar to the Roman god Mercury, Lugh is known as a god of both skill and the distribution of talent. He is a patron of the arts and a skilled warrior.
The Book of Invasions tells us that Lugh came to be associated with grain in Celtic mythology after he held a harvest fair in honor of his foster mother, Tailtiu. This day became August 1, and that date ties in with the first grain harvest in agricultural societies in the Northern Hemisphere. In fact, in Irish Gaelic, the word for August is lunasa. Lugh is honored with corn, grains, bread, and other symbols of the harvest. This holiday was called Lughnasadh (pronounced Loo-NA-sah). Later, in Christian England the date was called Lammas, after the Saxon phrase hlaf maesse, or “loaf mass."
Dress to impress! As summer winds to a close and autumn approaches, make crafts and decorations for your home that celebrate the outdoors and the gifts of nature. A unique wearable craft would be a harvested wheat crown!
The season from late summer to the middle of fall is often a season of heightened energy for those who identify with the warrior soul. Meditations focusing on courage, physical strength, dexterity, and valor would be a great way to honor your inner warrior.
Forgot how much fun it is to use a good old nifty fifty with all its “aren’t you special effects”. Even the coneflowers, despite their fading colours, manage their best efforts in the late afternoon’s sun. And speaking of fading… did someone say segue? My forever summer song.