MayDay- Part 2

This season has flown in a flurry of petals.
Beautiful May, season of flowers, season of expansion,
when the days are longest,
when there is so much to do and the glory of the day shines.

Life has returned full force and we are along for the ride.

It rains gently now,
though the barometric shift towards thunderstorms and heavy downpours
was ungrounding until the actual release.
Seasonal change everywhere,
the forest full, fruits setting, already eating from the garden.
Birds are singing long before 5 and it's not dark until late.
How do we manage in the Winter with so little day?

Notes after ritual are incomplete, the day so very whole.

Welcome to the May

Sitting by the wood stove this cool grey day after.
Fire crackling.
Days fly by, never enough time, even with these longer days.

on May Eve I tied new Maypole ribbons,
ribbons attached to ribbons.

Last year's ribbons found later,
all the new ones danced perfectly.
Magically exactly enough people,
the easiest and most well done one yet,
everyone working together,
over under over under over under.

Ribbons and flowers and dancing and the present.
Such is this time.
Ripeness of the now.

At dawn (as always on May Day) I washed my face in the beautiful dew
and later that morning we prepared the hole and the crown
and processed with purpose and wonder
setting up the MayPole.

Gathering our sacrifice, our love and each other

festive and full of sparkle

We are here to honor the gods and the not-gods,
those who give meaning to life.

 

Accept our Sacrifice we pray

 

 

Our Omens

from Our Honored Dead:the broken and repaired Fehu broken again- Fee or mobile wealth or assets that you can exchange, what things cost. Our Ancestors reminding us of what we have,
the true value of things and life and minding and mending our broken (financial) spirit.
from the Spirits of Nature and Place: Sowelu the Sun and the regularity of the Sun's passage as a time keeper, source of energy. Like the plants, soak up that light!

from the Gods and Goddesses: Laguz or Lake, that which we draw up from, the cool liquid in the Earth from which we are renewed, quenched, revived, strengthened.
A great gift to remember.

for the Miraculous Season of the May: Hagal or Hail or disruption. The solid ice that forms in thunderstorm updrafts.
It's always something.

The Waters of Life

 

All Gratitude

 

Let the Dancing Begin!