03/08/2024
The lost art of song, dance, ritual and having gratitude for all that we have and surrounds us is an art the world needs to master now 🌏🩵 In this mindset wars & destruction can not exist. The power is ours 🤍
“The earth makes up herself
First the seed
Then the blade
Then the ear
then the full grain of the year.”
—Annie Zylstra song catcher in Viroqua, WI
Happy Lammas. Loaf Mass. Blessing of the Grain, the harvest, the Bread. The Feast. The first Ripening Fruits of the Season.
In the ancient wheel of the year, smack dab in between summer Solstice and Fall Equinox. If Christian, between St. John’s and Michaemas.
Celtic entry point: Lughnasad. For the Celtic God Lugh.
If you are a human, somewhere embedded in your marrow and blood and DNA is the remembrance of the cycles of the year via the grain cycles. Via the agricultural wheel of the year. Via song and dance and ritual. Your bones know this better than they know processed grain and GMO’s.
Your mind may not know that you know
But you know
Beneath the mind
Beneath the words
You
Know the truth
Of singing the land into wholeness and harmony
Of singing down the rains
Of singing the seed
The scythe
The growth
Of singing the act of making sacred
Through hands and hearts and bodies
Tilling and tending and weeding and seeding
And kneading and feasting
We forget to gratitude in song
We forget to call down the water
To bless the hearth and the harvest.
We forget the entire universe
Of pollinators and sun rays
Worms and compost
Farmers and truck drivers
And grocery hands
Or farmer market friends
Who bring us sustenance
One grain
One plum
One morsel at a time.
I’ll sing with you till the end
And then, it will be a new beginning.
Stasha Ginsburg
The Wild Matryoshka
Image: Keazim Issaniv
