Lughnasa Harvest Moon
Mabon eve. The night before the fall equinox. Tomorrow the light loses its struggle to own more than half of the day, a gain achieved back at the Summer Solstice in June. From this point on the light diminishes and the darkness increases to its zenith at the Winter Solstice.
Been meaning to report on an interesting feeling I had at the Woolly meeting on Monday night. I took two pies Kate had baked: ground cherry and raspberry, both of fruit from our garden. I also took a box of honey from our hive, Artemis Honey with the label made by Mark Odegard.
When I left, after having sold 18 pounds of honey, I had a feeling of wholeness, that’s the best way I can describe it. I had worked all season on the garden, the orchard and with the bees and somehow that evening I felt one with it all.
When I told Kate how I felt, I said it felt like something private was made public, that those two worlds knit together in one moment. She said she got a similar feeling when she took food for a group, as she did so often for work and as she does now for her sewing days.
It was a good feeling, however understood.
