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Someone, somewhere, is harvesting wheat, but the way I know it is Lammastide is that the fog has settled in over San Francisco as though it intends to stay.
Most Pagans chart the seasons where they live and for me, the end of July and beginning of August, known by the old Irish as Lughnasad, and the English as Lammas, is always heralded by fog. Thick and blanketing, it rises up from the water bounding this city, rolling in two directions: over the hills in the West and past the downtown buildings, East. This is not the light fog we have earlier in the summer, that comes in after a few days of heat. No. This is actual pea-soup-at-night fog that covers all but a couple neighborhoods and only burns off for a few hours a day. Once it settles in, it seems to be settling for good.
Yes, Lughnasad in San Francisco, bane of tourists everywhere who arrive expecting "sunny California" and depart carrying Golden Gate Bridge emblazoned sweatshirts. Another sign that Lammas is around the corner this year is the runes: my daily rune has been throwing jera far too often of late. The rune of the year - cycles and harvest - is trying to tell me something.
To honor the season, last night my loves and I trekked to the East Bay for a party filled with Heathens, Witches, Druids and other Pagani. We dined on salmon and garden-fresh tomato and ate bread baked to honor her Lithuanian grandmother by the incomparable Victoria Slind-Flor. Blessed by all present there, it tasted like the best bread in the world.
Then there was singing, drumming, candlelight, and a cold motorcycle ride home across the Bay Bridge.
May your season be blessed, whatever it looks like, and whether you are harvesting, planting, or letting your life rest. The Great Work continues.
Most Pagans chart the seasons where they live and for me, the end of July and beginning of August, known by the old Irish as Lughnasad, and the English as Lammas, is always heralded by fog. Thick and blanketing, it rises up from the water bounding this city, rolling in two directions: over the hills in the West and past the downtown buildings, East. This is not the light fog we have earlier in the summer, that comes in after a few days of heat. No. This is actual pea-soup-at-night fog that covers all but a couple neighborhoods and only burns off for a few hours a day. Once it settles in, it seems to be settling for good.
Yes, Lughnasad in San Francisco, bane of tourists everywhere who arrive expecting "sunny California" and depart carrying Golden Gate Bridge emblazoned sweatshirts. Another sign that Lammas is around the corner this year is the runes: my daily rune has been throwing jera far too often of late. The rune of the year - cycles and harvest - is trying to tell me something.
To honor the season, last night my loves and I trekked to the East Bay for a party filled with Heathens, Witches, Druids and other Pagani. We dined on salmon and garden-fresh tomato and ate bread baked to honor her Lithuanian grandmother by the incomparable Victoria Slind-Flor. Blessed by all present there, it tasted like the best bread in the world.
Then there was singing, drumming, candlelight, and a cold motorcycle ride home across the Bay Bridge.
May your season be blessed, whatever it looks like, and whether you are harvesting, planting, or letting your life rest. The Great Work continues.
Happy Lammas!
In mid-Contra Costa, well east of the Berkeley-Oakland Hills, the fog is held at bay but we've been getting blustery cold winds starting in the early evening.
The local corn is still amazing - Brentwood corn makes its way to farmers' markets throughout the region - but our evenings are well air-conditioned and I bring an extra wrap with me to any summer BBQ.
To mix metaphors: having sprinted up one hill, I now see a whole mountain range.
happy Lammas
i love that SF fog!
Psssst...
Re: Psssst...
Me, nearby...
On a jealous note;
Your talking about fog makes me hot...Errr, something. ;-)
And this year, the muggiest as well.