Harvest and Discipline.

The blade meets the stalk in solemn rhythm.
Each sheaf cut is a lesson in measure.
Abundance is not luck—it is discipline made visible.
Honor the hands that brought the grain to ripeness.

The Grain Moon speaks of order in the field.
Sow with purpose, and reap with reverence.
No yield is without its season.
To rush is to ruin the harvest.

Reflect on what you’ve cultivated—inner and outer.
What habits have borne fruit? What must be burned?
Discipline is love with direction.
Walk now as one who has planted wisely.

Break bread with the workers of your spirit.
Bless the grain before it is ground.
Pour ale into the earth for the unseen labor.
Sing the old songs. Let the sickle rest tonight.