Today is Lughnasadah, one of the four great Gaelic seasonal festivals.
I’m not sure how much is really known about its origins, although it is almost without a doubt a harvest festival, at least in part.
Named for a high king and later a deity, the festival has collapsed for many, particularly modern neo-pagans with the English Lammas, and marks that spot half way, more or less, between the summer solstice and the autumn equinox.
Early on observances of the moment included offerings of first fruits, and apparently the sacrifice of a bull.
Many observe this day by climbing hills.
Me, I’ll be flying. That seems a good way to note the day…
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