Sabbats

Lughnasadh: Honoring the Space Between

  A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms—a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk’d maize. –Walt Whitman, “A Carol… Continue reading Lughnasadh: Honoring the Space Between