In preparation for our First Harvest celebration, we gathered our wits and tools to prepare for the great reaping at The Prairie Home. It turns out that the weeds I thought were sprouting in the middle of the back yard weren’t ordinary weeds. We were growing corn. I sat there on the ground, preparing to remove these “weeds” when the thought washed over me: this wasn’t just a misplaced plant. This sprouting and growing and healthy thing before me was borne out of our piety. And there were more, several, in fact, in a seeming fairy circle of corn. One of the ingredients in our Earth Mother offering mixture is dried corn kernels. All the corn that was growing in this yard, in this space around our fire pit, came from the offerings we made before our Fire to the Earth Mother. And here she was, giving it back to us.
As I continued to tidy up around the house, I found other evidence of relationship building, other leftover bits that show the work and depth of our relationship-building. We are almost out of oil for the lamps we have on the Hearth and Folk Shrine. The tea light supply is getting low. The incense is available in only a couple scents, and the evidence of the personal piety on each of our personal shrines exists clearly in the number of sticks and ashes that have accumulated there since the last high day.