April 29, 2010

Beltaine countdown

It is almost Beltaine eve and I can feel the energy rising. The earth thrums with it as I sit among the trees.
Everything is buzzing from bees to new flowers.
The Goddess is awake and we can be too if we tune into the rhythm of the earth.
New babies on the ponds, calling as they swim with their parents.
Barely hatched by the size of them.
Flowers everywhere you look. On trees, in water it matters not they all show the beauty of the Lady
Such vibrant colours to welcome the festival.
Secret grottoes to while away the hours, or to await the sunrise on May day.
More colour everywhere you look. So much joy to be taken from each moment. It just needs a little awareness and open eyes.
My Nan used to call this brides bouquet, she said it flowered in honour of the Lady and her consort. A bridal bouquet for a spring bride.
I used to lie beneath the branches and watch the petals fall softly on my face.
Doesn't it make you smile to see?
We too can honour the Goddess and the Green Man in simple ways. Just being aware is enough.
Nearly Beltaine, how will you celebrate?


Puddytat purr said...

I don't know how I'll celebrate yet. Maybe I'll just sit in my garden and enjoy it.

My garden is my Mum's passion and everything has suddenly exploded in bloom.

It looks like this year will be a good one for all our fruit trees/bushes too!

laoi gaul~williams said...

another lovely post!

i have been watching the weather closely~hoping the rain holds off.
this time next year i will be able to have myself a nice little fire in the garden~this year, if it doesnt rain, then its going to be lots of candles scattered around the garden and glowing in lanterns.

i am feeling so jittery today and it feels as if my blood is tingling as it flows!

Sea said...

Might be me...but Spring has been late this year...and now everything is bursting out. Lovely to see.

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