Blessed Lughnasadh to you all!
In celebrating this, the end of summer, it comes as bittersweet. I thank Lugh for all that has been provided to us during the sunny summer months, but my family is scattered in such a way that I can't celebrate this joyous day with those that I care about the most.
In their absence, I've spent most of the day tending the garden. I've the hopes that despite the recent hail damage and subsequent challenges that it brought forth, that both the crops as well as my family will persevere through the autumn and winter months. A fox blessed my presence as I toiled in the dirt, and I like to think it as a good sign of things to come.
It is during this time that I'm reminded of the simpler things in this life - the comfort of shelter, the joy of a well-cooked meal, the tender words of a lover. So much gets in the way of these things in our daily lives - reflect upon all the unneeded complications that we put ourselves through and return to the source that is within us all.
May we never grow hungry.