A joyful and bounteous Lugnasad to all! Yesterday we celebrated the pinnacle of summer’s growth and the beginning of the harvest. A morning filled with the propitious rumblings of thunder and rain to the south gave way to blue skies and warm sun in time for our celebration. We were blessed by our Kindreds and the omens were propitious as well: Sowilo from the Ancestors, Gebo from the Land Spirits, and Algiz from the Shining Ones. May these blessings carry us forward to a fruitful harvest and a celebration of all the earth has to give! Sláinte! ... See MoreSee Less

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Midsummer is upon us! In the Northern Hemisphere the sun is at the height of its power, the flowers are in bloom, the crops are growing, and the life of the earth is felt in every leaf and branch.

But even as we reach the peak of the sun’s waxing power, we acknowledge the beginning of its inevitable decline. The Grove of the Midnight Sun marked both by honoring the life and death of Balder, brightest of the Norse gods. In spite of the heat, we kindled a fire and welcomed our Kindreds to join in the joy of our bounty. The omens which we received in return were Gera from the Ancestors, Tiwaz from the Landspirits, and Nauthiz from the Shining Ones.

May your summer be bright and prosperous and filled with laughter and goodwill. Hail!
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May-day, season surpassing!
Splendid is colour then.
Blackbirds sing a full lay,
if there be a slender shaft of day.

The dust-coloured cuckoo calls aloud:
Welcome, splendid summer!
The bitterness of bad weather is past,
the boughs of the wood are a thicket.

Summer cuts the river down,
the swift herd of horses seeks the pool,
the long hair of the heather is outspread,
the soft white bog-down grows.

Panic startles the heart of the deer,
the smooth sea runs apace,
season when ocean sinks asleep,
blossom covers the world.

Bees with puny strength carry a goodly burden,
the harvest of blossoms;
up the mountain-side kine take with them mud,
the ant makes a rich meal.

The harp of the forest sounds music,
the sail gathers — perfect peace.
Colour has settled on every height,
haze on the lake of full waters.

The corncrake, a strenuous bard, discourses;
the lofty virgin waterfall sings
a welcome to the warm pool;
the talk of the rushes is come.

Light swallows dart aloft,
loud melody reaches round the hill,
the soft rich mast buds,
the stuttering quagmire rehearses.

The peat-bog is as the raven’s coat,
the loud cuckoo bids welcome,
the speckled fish leaps,
strong is the bound of the swift warrior.

Man flourishes,
the maiden buds in her fair strong pride;
perfect each forest from top to ground,
perfect each great stately plain.

Delightful is the season’s splendour,
rough winter has gone,
white is every fruitful wood,
a joyous peace is summer.

A flock of birds settles
in the midst of meadows;
the green field rustles,
wherein is a brawling white stream.

A wild longing is on you to race horses,
the ranked host is ranged around:
a bright shaft has been shot into the land,
so that the water-flag is gold beneath it.

A timorous tiny persistent little fellow
sings at the top of his voice,
the lark sings clear tidings:
surpassing May-day of delicate colours!”

Kuno Meyer, ed. and trans., “The Boyish Exploits of Finn,” Ériu 1, 1904, pg. 155-156
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Yesterday the Grove of the Midnight Sun celebrated Beltaine and the beginning of the summer half of the year in the grove’s nemeton, honoring Boann and Oengus Óg. We were blessed with good fellowship, beautiful weather, a fine fire and favorable omens: Eihwaz from the Ancestors, Othila from the Land Spirits, and Dagaz from the Shining Ones. Followed by the first bonfire of the summer, a sumptuous feast, and plenty of great conversation. Thugamar féin an samhradh linn! We have brought the summer in! Sláinte! ... See MoreSee Less

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