I went to an online Memorial for my beloved teacher, Nicola, making an altar of her order of service, a candle, and a pine cone (collected and shared in ritual, by her close women friends). During the online ceremony, I was squeezing the pinecone without realising, which unbeknowns, to me, released all the seeds. I had never really considered the seeds of a pinecone! somehow, had thought the whole cone was a seed! But there they were, those tiny seeds... the beginning of

Before I knew my auntie and uncle's farm was being handed back (after a 57 year tenancy) I had a dream about being there - a dream I took to my dream group which my facilitator invited me to work by holding ceremony there....

At this turning of the wheel... May we pause to notice the sweetness of life in this moment. May we have the patience to wait for all else to ripen. May the way in which we use the harvest contribute to our communities and our planet. May we show up fully and with courage, honouring who we are now, at this time in our lives and trusting the gifts we bring to the world. May we travel the spiral with grace knowing that each turn brings us deeper into ourselves. A wee Lughnasa

May you reap the abundance of your personal harvest May you celebrate your gifts, skills and successes from the year(s) May the cost of your harvest balance the return, not sitting too heavily on you May you know not everything that grows can be harvested immediately May you release the fallacy of continual growth And once you have gathered in your harvest, may you rest.

I'd been having some awareness about integrating the inner masculine and feminine. I seen in meditation that the two altars I'd most recently created had the same form, the female form, with womb containing egg, ovaries and birth canal. In the second altar I added a tall vase and placed the egg into it (it looked pretty phallic from the side! Did I unconsciously bring the masculine into the feminine?!) I'd also became aware in meditation that this second altar mirrored the s