A Letter for Lammas & Call to Rest as Summer Closes
Hello my friend,
Blessed new moon and a bountiful Lammas to you! Has every day this week felt like a Friday to you? Or rather, has the entire month of July just felt like a big long drawn out week to you?? It has for me. But now we're here. August 1st. New Moon in Leo. The next turning of the wheel, one more step towards fall, and the beginning of the harvest season.
As an Herbalist, one may assume that our favorite season is high summer when all our friends are in bloom in the forests, fields, and garden spaces that we tend to. But oh, how I long for the descent into Autumn slumber.
I was a tad overzealous with our garden this year and started it very very early. I felt like to be a good Herbalist, I had to be cultivating the most beautiful garden of all time that was lush with greenery, full of flowers year round, with not a weed in sight. So when the heat of summer finally hit, I got fried just like the calendula in the garden. We had a good run, me and that calendula, with thousands of blooms harvested from Yule to July...but I overestimated my ability to do the work required to have that "perfect" garden every single day. And when the calendula died, I found myself wading not only in a large pile of future compost, but in a well of shame too.
Was I a "bad Herbalist" for letting my garden go to the weeds? How could I let my plant friends perish in the summer heat? These statements echoed in my mind over and over until I sat down, grounded myself, and said, "Whoa Sarah, why do you feel so unworthy of being who you are?"
For a minute there I really felt like I wasn't a good enough Herbalist, like I didn't have a right to call myself one, just because I let some plants die...forgetting that that's what gardens do. They ebb and flow with the changes of the seasons just like all living things. It's impossible to keep a perfectly beautiful green garden lush all year long. It's impossible for me to expect so much effort from myself every single day with zero breaks for rest.
This is a story we tell ourselves often, especially in a world that tends to demand so much of us. It is easy to believe that we are not worthy of love, success, happiness, or rest when there always seems to be something on our to-do list. So my friend, how are you feeling as we begin the descent out of high summer? Is it possible that you too, just like the garden, need a bit of time to recoup and rest before the upcoming season?
If your heart is saying yes, I encourage you to allow yourself this small gift. To take time for rest or perhaps consider the areas of your life where you may clear away space for other forms of nourishment.
On this Lammas, this day of harvest, I'm reminded that my worth is not dependent on my daily output and that having less to gather in the garden today is truly a gift. Instead of spending hours in my garden, I am granted time to be doing other soul-nourishing activities. So here I am, clearing out the long-dead and dried calendula, harvesting the last of the kale trees, and enjoying the bounty that exists in the moment – trusting that the garden, and me too, will have time to grow again.
Have a very blessed Lammas/Lughnasadh my friends 🌿