We have come to that time of year when I would usually avoid even thinking about the weather forecast. It’s the height of Summer in Texas and that usually means a long blistering stretch of 100° days. I find that looking at “cheery” graphics of big yellow suns and triple digit numbers spilling out into the foreseeable future, is an exhausting exercise and should be avoided.
And yet, so far, this summer has been refreshingly mild, with some days in the upper 80’s and lower 90’s breaking up the usual summer tedium. And so, I have been a bit more willing to look at those 10-day weather forecasts, than is my habit.
And that’s how I came to see this…,
Oh, sweet mercy, the weather people are calling for cooling temperatures and a reasonable chance of showers at the turn of the month. There could actually be rain at Lughnasadh!
Okay, I’m not going to hold my breath – it’s a 10-day forecast in Texas where you are lucky to be able to predict what the weather will be like minutes, much less days ahead of time.
But still, just that slim chance has given me something to look forward to.
I am NOT a Summer person. At least, not the way we do summers around here.
I don’t like the heat.
I don’t like the glare of that wretched fireball hovering in a cloudless sky.
For all my love of the natural world, this time of year usually makes me want to shut myself away someplace cool and dark. My door is closed, the window shades are drawn down. If possible, I’ll avoid going outside, or even looking outside, until the sun has dipped below the horizon.
It’s not a very Pagan attitude, I know. It’s not “nature friendly”.
At this time of year I don’t feel that ‘nature’ is very friendly towards me.
I need a place that is both natural and sheltered from the Texas heat.
Maybe a cave!
Caves are natural, and dark, and usually cool, and always great fun to explore.
We need more caves in North Texas.
I seem to recall reading about a few caves in Ireland that are important during the Lughnasadh season…, but I can’t seem to find the references I was looking for.
What I do know is that rain on Lughnasadh, the ancient Irish celebration of the first harvest, is considered a good omen.
Maybe this is true, simply because drought seldom leads to bountiful harvests, and a little rain suggests that our crops will not “die on the vine”.
Or perhaps it is because Lugh (for whom the day is named), while often considered a solar deity, was likewise associated with storms, his “flashing light” being the variety that comes before the thunder. As always, attempting to pigeonhole the Celtic gods into particular roles, is a dangerous business.
Whatever his nature, I am hopeful for a bit of rain, a freshening breeze, and a reprieve from the oppressive heat of the season.
Lughnasadh has always been that one holy day on the calendar that is most difficult for me to celebrate. Everyone seems to be doing something else, and I don’t want to do anything at all. It comes around again and again, like a spiritual flat spot in the great wheel of the year, a sudden jolt, shaking both my focus and dedication.
It is difficult even for me to write about.
I feel, at these times, as if I am incomplete.
Yet I love three out of the four seasons, is that not enough?!
If you hear me,
I seek no portents of gain.
Simply bless me,
And let me walk in the rain.