Gifts and blessings of Lughnasadh, photo by Locksley2010.
Ceremony took place on Sunday 31st
Teller had made a request of the GOC and it was of asking if he could possibly have his initiation at a different occasion other than Samhain (when we normally do such things) as he won’t be around then due to a gig he’ll be doing at the same time. This move would break from our normal tradition, so the initiated members discussed and voted for Teller’s request. And seeming as we secretly conspired this to be done at Lughnasadh, it created something unique: a full member of the Grove done at Lughnasadh.
Fortunately, the one running Lughnasadh was Teller’s wife, Vyvyan, who was more than happy to have Teller’s initiation take place on what was her first ever ceremony for the Grove.
Lughnasadh is a strange celebration when you think about it, it’s about the first harvest and the last part of summer. By this time, the night’s are becoming noticeably shorter and as a celebration, it feels we are saying goodbye to the Summer season…… Though this year, it appeared to be a rain season! But thankfully, come Lughnasadh and it wasn’t that bad.
Vyvyan, wanted to focus on Lugh being the Samildanach , he who is equally skilled in many arts and crafts. And so, the invitation was given for us to present an offering as a symbol of our own individual crafts. This was also given with an offering of ale (wheat, darling) to the Earth. Or as appropriate, Lugh’s mother, Tailtiu. We also shared strawberries (harvest, and YES it counts!) In an offering and sharing that reminded me of the sharing of water from the Robin of Sherwood Television Series (the bowl was passed around by Robin’s company with the phrase “May Herne Protect Us”.
Alas, the slugs had found the strawberries when it came to the picnic so we let them have them.
Vyvyan’s ceremony was beautiful, it had simplicity and reverence and allowed us all to contribute. There was even a bit of theatrics involved with her script of Lugh and the Gatekeeper, being enacted by Dumbledore and Strider. Vyvyan was playing King Nuada.
Notes: Vyvyan can do a ceremony and we now are all aware of this.
Dumbledore enjoyed his role of Gatekeeper so much, he kept doing this when ever folks needed to leave the circle to get their offerings….. Dear gods, what have we created!?
Took place on Tuesday 9th August.
Our yearly evening of performance went on for its third cavalcade, Dumbledore hosted it and even opened up with a song from the Mikado…. Something about “Bugger the flowers of spring“.
Vyvyan played us Carwash Blues by Jim Croce and did so on guitar and her voice like a silky breeze. Later she gave us a rendition of Pleased To Meet You by Sisters3, after just noodling and strumming.
Strider was next and began by telling the story of ‘The Devil Rides Out’ which he told us all last year, but as the story went on, he, me and Dumbledore assailed everyone with a taste of our Tales From The Fireside…. I must admit that I was a bit unsure as to whether or not Teller would like it, but he seemed to be laughing enough, so we must have done good.
Danceswithweasels brought out the Saxophone and played two tunes by Stan Getz, these were Desafinado and Girl from Ipanema. Apparently Dumbledore had requested some Jazz and Danceswithweasels wanted to oblige. I’m glad she did as her playing brought a smooth calming quality.
I gave a Shakespearean monologue from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, where Oberon tells of Puck his idea for getting his own back on Titania to distract her whilst he takes the Indian Child away.
Teller gave a rather interesting observation in that he compared Oberon to the Welsh Arawn and Puck to Pwll! Something I had never thought of!
And Teller, keeping in theme with the Fey Folk, told us what he and I jokingly call: The Irish one about whether the Fair Folk will make it to Heaven on Judgement Day.
The rest of the evening saw us reading aloud from various books of stories and poems all of a folk tale nature, then we started playing about with Northern accents, becoz Shakespeare sahnds be’er wi’ it.
Ashes joined us as a spectator this year, but promised us a representation of agony and blissful despair through the medium of modern interpretive dance….. Just kidding!
It was with puppets!