A season of heat. The time to see the sun at zenith and a bit beyond. The time to celebrate harvest in ways that tribe and herd of old understood. They harvested of grain and seed. They linked in ceremony and welcomed the end of summer and beginning of winter and the cycles of the season that move year-to-year and moment-to-moment. The harvest of truth is of the SOURCE. The harvest of Tribe and herd that populates kindred and kind.
Lammas is of grain. It always has been. Lammas is of seed as well. Seed that is planted in fertile fields to further the harvest of years to come. Seed that is the grain of tomorrows. Lammas is more than the end of summer and the beginning of cooler times. Lammas is of grain and bread and the bread of life.
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