I find it quite funny that the conservative contingent in this nation would have me crucified as a new-agey neurotic when I proclaim my practice of witchcraft- and yet, here we are on May Day. First day of May. While I may be the one dancing around the May-Pole or burning the bonfires, gratefully breathing in the sweet scent of Lilacs and smoke, you are still marking your calendars.*
Traditionally celebrated as Beltane- or the beginning of Summer- May Day marks the midpoint between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice. It is a day of blossoming, blooming, and blue blue lusty, heady feelings. It begins the season of plenty- and is often considered a time for flash-bang romance or romantic moments.
So live it up, Babies! Get your Beltane hustle and bustle on and make the move. Whatever move that is- make it. Beltane should read as bravery. Not just in the relationship department but in LIFE. Take the chance and be defiantly proud of it; burn down the introspection of winter and breathe in the boldness of the warm months.
So, that is that.
Much love and boldness until the next time.
*Yes, I did intend to iterate a rather petulant, accusatory tone. I love what I am, so I sometimes get childishly defensive of it- this beautiful practice, so old and so wise and so rooted in the endless power of Nature.
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