Ullachadh Corporra & Deasachadh

Find yourself in a space where summer's intensity can be felt—whether beneath the canopy of full-leafed trees, in a garden heavy with blooming abundance, or beside an open window where warm air carries the scent of ripening earth. Feel the weight of July's heat upon your skin, the way it settles into your bones like liquid amber. Let your bare feet touch the ground, sensing how the earth pulses with the deep rhythm of peak growing season.

Breathe deeply, drawing in air thick with pollen and possibility. Allow your body to soften into the season's embrace, feeling both the restless energy of yearning that stirs within summer's abundance and the profound tranquility that underlies all natural cycles.

Gairm Tòiseachaidh

Màthair na Talmhainn, a ghrian àrd an t-samhraidhMother of Earth, high sun of summer

Tog sinn gu d' chridhe blàthLift us to your warm heart

Far am faigh sinn fois anns a' mhiannWhere we find peace within longing

Agus miannan anns an t-sìthAnd longing within peace

I call upon the sacred grove that exists between seasons, where summer's peak teaches us that all yearning contains its own fulfillment, and all tranquility holds the seeds of new desire. Here, in this liminal moment of July's height, I open myself to the wisdom that flows between wanting and having, between movement and stillness.

The earth beneath me pulses with the memory of spring's urgent growth and autumn's coming surrender. I am held in this sacred pause, this breath between breaths, where the Mother's healing flows most freely.

Corp na h-Obrach

Feel yourself sinking deeper into the landscape of high summer. The air shimmers with heat, creating those dancing mirages that blur the line between earth and sky. Around you, the vegetation has reached its peak—leaves broad and dark green, heavy with chlorophyll and the work of countless days of photosynthesis. This is nature's moment of fullest expression, yet even in this abundance, there's an undertone of yearning, a reaching always toward something more.

Tha mi a' faireachdainn a' mhiann sa ghaoith blàthI feel the yearning in the warm wind

Tha mi a' lorg fois ann an gluasad na duilleaganI find peace in the movement of leaves

Notice how your own heart mirrors this landscape. There's a restless energy within you—perhaps a yearning for connection, for meaning, for something just beyond reach. This is not a weakness but a sacred force, the same energy that drives roots deeper and branches higher. Feel how this yearning lives in your chest, a warm expansion that wants to connect with everything around you.

Yet beneath this restless reaching, there's also a profound tranquility—the deep knowing that you are already part of something vast and interconnected. The Mother Earth holds you in her embrace, and in this holding, there's a peace that doesn't require anything to change. You can be both restless and at peace, yearning and content, reaching and resting.

Tha an talamh ga mo chumail ann an sìth dhomhainnThe earth holds me in deep peace

Ge b' e dè tha mi ag iarraidhWhatever I may desire

An Obair Dhomhain

Sink now into the very heart of summer's paradox. Imagine yourself as an ancient oak in the peak of its growing season. Your leaves are broad and full, catching every ray of sunlight, converting it into life force. Yet even in this moment of abundance, your roots continue reaching deeper, your branches stretching wider. There's no end to the growing, no final satisfaction—only the eternal dance of reaching and receiving.

Feel this oak-nature within your own being. Your yearning is like the tree's endless growth—not a sign of lack but of life force itself. The very fact that you can long for connection, for beauty, for transcendence, means you are vibrantly alive, participating in the same cosmic reaching that moves sap through stems and draws planets around stars.

Tha mi mar chrann-darach san t-samhradh lànI am like an oak tree in full summer

Mo mheangan a' ruighinn gu na reultanMy branches reaching to the stars

Mo fhreumhaichean a' dol nas doimhneMy roots going deeper

Anns an talamh naomhInto the sacred earth

Now feel the profound tranquility that underlies all this reaching. It's the peace of the Mother herself—the deep knowing that everything is already whole, already connected, already complete. This tranquility doesn't negate your yearning; it holds it tenderly, the way earth holds both the restless seedling and the ancient tree.

Let yourself rest in this paradox. You can yearn deeply and be completely at peace. You can reach toward your dreams while knowing you're already home. The Mother Earth's healing flows through both states, nourishing your growth and your rest, your movement and your stillness.

Ann an fois na Màthar, tha gach miann naomhIn the Mother's peace, every longing is sacred

Ann am miann na Màthar, tha gach fois beòIn the Mother's longing, every peace is alive

Feel the healing energy of summer earth rising through your body—warm, rich, abundant. It flows into the places where you've been restless, bringing not an end to desire but a sacred honoring of it. It flows into the places where you've been still, bringing not stagnation but the deep contentment of connection.

You are part of the earth's own dreaming, her own yearning toward ever-greater beauty and complexity. Your tranquility is her deep contentment with the perfection of what is. Both are sacred. Both are necessary. Both are you.

Smuain Dheiridh

Take a moment to contemplate:

How might your yearning and your tranquility be two expressions of the same sacred fire? What would it mean to honor both your reaching and your resting as equally holy movements in the dance of becoming?

Ciamar a dh'fhaodadh do mhiann 's do shìth a bhith mar aon teine naomh?How might your longing and your peace be as one sacred fire?

Beannachd Dheiridh

Màthair na Talmhainn, tha sinn taingeilMother of Earth, we are grateful

Airson an teagaisg mu mhiann naomhFor the teaching about sacred longing

Agus fois dhomhainnAnd deep peace

Thig sinn a-rithist gu d' ghàrradhWe come again to your garden

Le cridheachan fosgailteWith open hearts

Agus inntinnean ciùinAnd quiet minds

May the wisdom of summer's peak live within you—the knowing that yearning and tranquility are both expressions of life's sacred movement. May you carry the oak's patience and the wind's restlessness, the earth's deep peace and the sun's reaching fire.

Go forth blessed by the Mother's dual gift: the holy restlessness that keeps you growing and the sacred stillness that reminds you that you are already whole.

Beannachd leat air an t-sligheBlessing with you on the journey

Beannachd leat anns an dachaighBlessing with you in the home