Welcome.
Today,
We pause to honor Lammas,
The ancient celebration of the first harvest,
When golden grain fills the fields and the land overflows with abundance.
Here in this moment,
We gather in spirit at the wellhead.
It's a sacred place where earth and water meet,
Where the heart slows and gratitude rises like a mist from the morning grass.
Take a soft,
Deep breath.
Feel your feet anchored to the soil.
You are welcome here.
See yourself walking along a warm path through fields of tall,
Golden grain.
The sun is low in the sky,
Painting everything in honeyed light.
A scent of ripening fruit,
Wildflowers,
And sweet hay surrounds you.
Each step is steady and peaceful,
Leading you toward the wellhead.
This is a place you know.
It's old,
Quiet,
And full of memory.
You arrive.
The spring glistens beneath a canopy of hawthorn and rosehip.
And a circle has gathered here,
Some seen,
Some unseen.
The land is listening.
Take a breath,
And settle into this sacred space.
Lammas is the time of first harvest,
When we reap what we have tended,
Trusted,
And nurtured.
Not just in the fields,
But in our hearts and lives.
Close your eyes gently now,
And ask yourself,
What have I grown this season?
In love?
In courage?
In resilience?
What small miracles or quiet shifts deserve to be gathered and honored?
Take a moment to reflect.
Now,
Bring into your awareness one thing,
A personal harvest.
It may be something simple,
A moment of peace,
A difficult truth spoken,
A friendship rekindled,
A fear gently faced.
Hold it in your heart like a piece of golden wheat,
And offer thanks.
Whisper your gratitude into the air,
Or offer it silently to the well.
Good.
Now,
Visualize yourself offering a blessing in return.
A seed,
A petal,
A word of love.
Place it gently into the well.
This is your promise to the earth.
To live with care.
To honor the cycles.
To give as you have received.
Feel the water carry your offering deep into the roots of the land.
Take a soft,
Long breath.
Feel the balance,
The secret exchange between you and this living world.
The sun lowers now,
Casting long shadows across the land.
You feel the quiet joy of belonging,
Of being part of this turning world.
You are the harvest and the harvester.
The giver and the receiver.
A sacred thread in the great weaving of life.
Breathe slowly and deeply.
Place your hand gently on your heart,
And as you exhale,
Return softly to the space around you,
Carrying the abundance of this season within.
Blessed Lammas,
May the fruits of your life nourish you and all those you touch.
Take this time to gather,
Reflect,
And give thanks at the sacred wellhead.
Namaste,
My friend.
