Lammas 2025

This is what's on my mind today...

Lammas is the season of first harvests. The experience of full fields and ripening fruit, sweat on the brow, and bread on the table.

And in the stories many of us hold dear, especially within Pagan and Wiccan traditions, this is also the time when the Goddess asks the hardest question.

Not just of the God, but of us.

Let’s go back for a moment to Beltane.

That was the time of courtship, of joy, of green fire and fertile promise. The Goddess called to her lover then and asked him to meet her in the dance of life. And He came. Eager. Wild. Full of love, and passion, and the sheer delight of being with Her.

But the Goddess is not only a lover. She is a Maker. A Weaver. A Mother of All. She doesn’t just want your pleasure, She wants your purpose.

She looks into His eyes and says, "I ask for your full life, your devotion, and what you are willing to become, for the good of all. Not just your seed."

And that’s where the story changes.

He’s shaken. He sees what She’s really asking.

He looks into the future, sees blood on the corn, and the end of things. When he hands over to the earth, everything that is His.

And still…He says yes.

Now, this is not just his journey. This is the path She places before each and every one of us. She tells us to get up, to grow up, and be who we were born to be.

She asks, "Will you commit yourself completely to what truly matters?

Do you dare to walk your life as a holy path, even if it disturbs the tranquility of comfort?

Will you become sovereign, not to rule others, but to know yourself, and serve what is real and good and lasting?"

This is Her challenge.

And the thing about the Goddess is that She doesn’t force.

She invites.

She watches to see if we will choose, with clear eyes, to become the harvest we want to see in the world.

She knows that we, like the grain, will be broken open again and again. That parts of us will die.

But also that new life will always rise from what falls.

She is the cycle, the Bread and the Baker. It is Her hand that sows and the mouth that blesses.

And She’s right here, in the middle of our lives, asking, "What are you willing to offer?

What will you tend now, and what must be let go?"

Lammas is not just a story from long ago. It is happening now, inside each of us.

We may not wear crowns or carry sickles. But we carry hope. We carry grief. We carry small, hard-earned joys. We carry what we’ve built with our hands and our hearts. And She sees it all.

So tonight, as the Wheel turns again, may we honor what we’ve harvested, whatever that looks like for you.

May we thank ourselves, and each other, for the labor we’ve done.

And may we ask ourselves, gently but honestly:

What still needs my devotion?

What am I here to bring to life?

The Goddess is not far off.

She’s in your belly, in your breath, in the dirt under your nails.

She’s in the bread you share and the silence between words.

And She is with us, as we begin again.

May you walk your journey well.

And may you be blessed.

Lady Cynthia Cebuhar

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