This Beltane is bittersweet, but no less powerful for the life changing events that occur in everyones lives.. Got to adnit that I havent been particularly looking forward to this one, and circumstances dictate that this one is to be more introspective than most, but the dance of life that took me as I caught the last setting rays of sunset, the heady scent of the Hawthorn, the May, in full bloom and the screech of foxes doing what they do at Beltane reminds me that life goes on, the wheel turns, and joy can still be found. There is beauty in the Green Earth, and the White waxing Crescent moon among the Stars. The Old Gods await their marriage of Spirit and nature. Rain and dry earth, leaf and bud bursting out in the great joyful release of Beltane Eve.
But for now I wait, the hearth decorated, the meal served to family blissfully unaware of the deeper meaniing
Tomorrow morning, if I can get up, because as usual blog posts demand to be written at midnight and sunrise is a mere few hours away, tomorrow I will be up before dawn, out in the chill that reminds us that winter wasnot that long ago, out in damp dewy woodland, standing on the brow of a hill awaiting the march of the Mortis Dancers who repeat the complicated dance steps year after year, bells jangling and sticks crashing. Calling up the Sun, calling up the joy in our hearts and reminding us that the Dance is within us all, we who remember and honour te Old Ways and understand the rituals, and meanings, hidden in an old British tradition, and just maybe one dancer will be moving withjust a little more intent. Blessed Be!