Grandma Crone Speaks

Lughnasadh: First Harvest

 “As cornfields ripple in the late summer breeze and whisper golden promises of the grain harvest to come, we know deep within our psyche that the darkness is but a heartbeat away.” (Carole Carlton)

A bonfire was roaring on the shore when the little girl emerged from the wood. The air smelled of fresh baked bread. Grandma Crone was crafting a little corn doll.

“Tonight we celebrate Lughnasadh, the First Harvest.”, she said. “Wear your wreath crown and chant with me”.

“We offer sage, bread and corn to You,

Mother-of-All!

Red apples for the Goddess,

Fire for Her dying Son.

Danu of the Land,

Ceres of the Harvest,

Hestia of the Hearth!

Accept this corn doll

As a sign of our endless gratitude

For the fruits of your womb.

Red apples for the Goddess,

Fire for her dying Son.

Danu of the Land,

Ceres of the Harvest,

Hestia of the Hearth!”