Nature is an antidote for much of what troubles us. Learn how to meet and work with the sacred herbs, flowers, and plants who bless you your whole life.

Generous be the heart within us, Open be our hands to all. Justice to be in equal measure, Harvest thankfulness our call. Blessed Mabon to you.

As the flowers of my anise hyssop plants go to seed, the goldfinches bounce and perch on them, dining to their hearts’ content. Quiet pleasures.

Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.

Blessed Litha! Now we align with the ways of our ancestors, and join together to protect our descendants. On this day, we honor the Turning.