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Today my daughter The Spare and I went to Druid Grove. The weather was spectacular. As good as it gets around here. Not a cloud in the sky, comfortable temperatures, not too hot in the sun.
Our Grove meets at a picnic ground. It was busy there today, but we did our Ritual around a fire, and we blessed the harvest fruits and enjoyed each others' company.
Spare and I had a blast on our drive to the park. We passed Lincoln Financial Field about two hours before Eagles kick-off and marveled at all the tailgaters, with cheery banners flying against the perfect sky. Driving home, we heard the same Talking Heads song I mentioned in a previous post. Not once but twice. On two different radio stations.
How did I get here?
Know what? There's no use asking how I got here. I'm here. How it happened is not important.
To Lugh, to Brighid, to the keepers of field and hearth and woodland (that would be the Green Man), to Muin and Nettle and Morgan and Michael and all our friends in Allentown ... to Heir and Artemis and all our future Grove members ... Happy Alban Elfed!
Keep the best seeds for next season and eat the rest.
5 comments:
Wishing a full and joyous harvest to you!
But, how do we get to THERE?
Joyous Mabon to you, my friend.
It sounds like a lovely time. The Mabon celebration I attended was beautiful as well. :)
may all your seeds be fertile.
I just stumbled upon your blog, and I'm addicted. Leave it to the internets to lead me to an eccentric, bluegrass-loving, snarky pagan blogger. I love it. Thank you!
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