(aka Lughnasadh, August Eve, etc.)
I'm spending it at a renaissance faire--somewhat appropriate, perhaps, since it is a place where one can feast and dance and participate in feats of strength--instead of amongst my far-flung covenmates, but it's been a difficult-to-impossible year for getting together. Some things are better while others are not, but that is ever the way of life. What I am personally metaphorically harvesting from this shitfest of a year remains to be considered, but I'm still upright and (mostly) sane and moving onward, so that surely counts for something! To all of you I wish a bountiful harvest as we enter the witchiest months of the year.
