Happy Bealtaine!
And for your enjoyment, photos.
I totally forgot What Day This Is, though I did technically get up before sunrise and with one sleepy eye half-open, managed to see the sun come up. (No naked rolling about in the dew. Perhaps next year, Seren.)
So after reading up a bit on ms. coo's fabulous, incredible, wonderful, splendiferous, did-i-mention-fabulous?, and very helpful website, I was thrilled to find our yard covered in a fresh glow of yellow. So the young'un and I headed outdoors to pick a vase of buttercups as an offering. During our picking, I felt like someone was in the trees watching-- but each time I'd lift my head, no one was there. I remembered a lovely post read earlier in the day, and laughed. Such forgetfulness today! I think I will be brave and leave and offering of milk out in the forest to-night, before They take the rest o' me.
So then we took a stroll down our Country Lane, into the forest, which smelled AMAZING.
And then we returned to check on the state of our flower garden, which is slow but sure,
and to place our offering upon the Hearth.
Such small, simple things! It is such a pleasure to have this little bit of May in our living room. I always forget how sweet, and important it is, to bring the outside inside, and to offer it so.
And fitting, I think, to have my ancestry research piled up next to it ;)
More on that later.
For now, I'm easing into my day, allowing more room for play than usual, and using today to set my intention to more fully return to a way of life that honors mystery, artistry, ancestry and the-things-we-cannot-see as a normal, day-to-day practice. I've got to bring this discipline to my life, or I'll lose it to sadness, and I'll lose what is most precious, what has been right here under my nose, all along.
I totally forgot What Day This Is, though I did technically get up before sunrise and with one sleepy eye half-open, managed to see the sun come up. (No naked rolling about in the dew. Perhaps next year, Seren.)
So after reading up a bit on ms. coo's fabulous, incredible, wonderful, splendiferous, did-i-mention-fabulous?, and very helpful website, I was thrilled to find our yard covered in a fresh glow of yellow. So the young'un and I headed outdoors to pick a vase of buttercups as an offering. During our picking, I felt like someone was in the trees watching-- but each time I'd lift my head, no one was there. I remembered a lovely post read earlier in the day, and laughed. Such forgetfulness today! I think I will be brave and leave and offering of milk out in the forest to-night, before They take the rest o' me.
So then we took a stroll down our Country Lane, into the forest, which smelled AMAZING.
And then we returned to check on the state of our flower garden, which is slow but sure,
and to place our offering upon the Hearth.
Such small, simple things! It is such a pleasure to have this little bit of May in our living room. I always forget how sweet, and important it is, to bring the outside inside, and to offer it so.
And fitting, I think, to have my ancestry research piled up next to it ;)
More on that later.
For now, I'm easing into my day, allowing more room for play than usual, and using today to set my intention to more fully return to a way of life that honors mystery, artistry, ancestry and the-things-we-cannot-see as a normal, day-to-day practice. I've got to bring this discipline to my life, or I'll lose it to sadness, and I'll lose what is most precious, what has been right here under my nose, all along.