Lughnasadh or Brón Trogain, the first harvest. Personally it just doesn't feel right to be celebrating bounty while there is a livestreamed genocide where mass starvation is being used as a weapon. This year, it feels more natural to observe the funerary side of this festival, remembering and honouring those who have lost their lives because of oppression. To remember those who have lived through or are experiencing starvation as a tool of genocide. To remember those who do not get to celebrate bounty. To remember our more-than-human kin whose very existence is threatened because of colonizer and capitalist "culture". And to remember our Mother who is Generosity, Abundance and Life.
This season seems to calls for us to share with others to create and nourish community. Of course this doesn't have to be a literal harvest, but what blessings are being reaped in your life that you can share with others? How can we carry this way of being into our daily lives, throughout the year?
Trying to live this way for me has personally helped soften the harshness of the state of things. Being able to see what beauty is still here and to be hold thankfulness in my heart.
Beannachtaí Lughnasadh 💛
Íobair an choilíneachas.
Íobair an caipitleachas.
Íobair na tíoránaigh.
Grá dár Máthair.
Ath-mháthairiú i ngach áit.
Saoirse dúinn uile.
Sacrifice colonialism.
Sacrifice the capitalism.
Sacrifice tyrants.
Love for our Mother.
Rematriation Everywhere.
Liberation for Us All.
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{Illustration by @seanfitzgeraldart that was used for an old rad quarterly called The Country Grind...anyone else remember it?}
