Beltane is one of my favourite times of the year, and as nature bursts forth, so do I. This year was no exception.
We found ourselves drumming up the sun at 5:30am on May 1st with the Stone-the-Crows Morris dancers on Winter Hill in Lancashire, before retreating to a bluebell woodland to lie amongst the bird song. Drifting off to sleep under the watchful eye of Oak and Beech, it was a special moment for me. For the first time I sensed their individual energies, Oak stronger and more dense next to the lighter and more feminine energy of Beech.
We were drawn to celebrate Beltane further with like-minded travellers up at Arbor Low, having had such a wonderful time welcoming up the Blood Moon a few weeks before. We were blessed to be in the company of our friend’s gorgeous children, bringing such magical energy, as fourteen of us created a ceremony to welcome in the Spirit of Beltane. Embodying both the masculine and feminine we took time out on our own, thinking of what we wanted to create this summer, what play we wanted to bring into our lives. Then, under the moonlit sky, we drummed our intentions out to the Universe through smoke filled messages.
The faeries were dancing with us that evening, as time stood still. We were between Worlds, where there is no time, where the modern world is just a distant memory.
This summer will be a summer to be remembered. Lying in meadows and woodlands, immersing myself in the abundance and beauty of nature, our Mother Earth. We are so blessed to have the most extraordinary paradise out in our countryside here in England, and I intend to grasp every moment I can to enjoy whatever she gives me.
For it is out in nature that I really ‘become’.