We’Moon Holy Days: Seasonal Blessings
In each edition of the We’Moon datebook, we feature one Holy Day writer who shares with us her unique perspectives of each of the eight holy days. This year, we have the pleasure of sharing the work of Oak Chezar. Oak is a radical Dyke, performance artist, Women's Studies professor, psychotherapist, writer, & semi-retired barbarian. She lives in a straw bale, womyn-built house. She just published "Trespassing", a memoir about Greenham Common Womyn's Peace Camp. Whilst working & playing towards the decimation of patriarchy & industrial civilization, she carries water. oakchezar@gmail.com
Blessed Lammas
SHE Belly Laughs . . . .
What bleeds and yet is not wounded?
What is fed upon and yet is not devoured?
What carries a room that all leave
but none can enter?
Wimmin!
Praise The MOTHERS
It’s too darn HOT: forest fires, smog, insects, water shortages, famine, wars, global warming—panic can attack. Even so, Lammas marks Earth’s tilt toward fall; the sun sets earlier, and all mothers / gardeners / caregivers / artists / activists worry: Will plantings bear fruit? Has adequate preparation been made for what’s next? Yikes!
Mother Goddesses are invoked. In Bali, effigies of Dewi Sri, rice goddess, adorn field shrines. In Florida, Seminole women’s ribbon dance opens the Green Corn Ceremony. In Nigeria, it’s the Yam Festival, and Igbo people make offerings to Ala, whose name means “Ground.” Lammas is the season of gathering together—of first fruits celebrations, pow-wows, country fairs, womyn’s music festivals, vacations. Revel in long warm nights with drum circle, with rattles, with ecstatic dancing, chanting, praise, gratitude for abundance, compassion for the hungry
Mother Earth prays for Her Children: May All Be Fed!
Carolyn Myers © Mother Tongue Ink 2014
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Beautiful!