Beltane. One of the big holidays. Rick and Renee were kind hosts for a fire at sundown on the 30th. Not traveling has required some adjustments in behaviors. I’m struggling to learn how to just sit and accept. The fire was a good opportunity to practice.
I’ve spent a good bit of time planning a five week trip up to Newfoundland and Labrador this summer. The idea has garnered both support and concerns from family and friends. I’ve been all in on it, but have started having second thoughts. I’m coming around to thinking that as much as I would enjoy the trip, my soul would be better served by learning to do small, local things and further learning to living in the moment. Or try to.
As a start, I went to Beltane on the Beach today. Billed as the longest running pagan celebration in Maine. Not my normal, self-selected, crowd. I don’t own a cloak or a kilt. And chose not to bring a colored ribbon with which to dance around the May pole. The pagan ceremony seemed to me to be just as churchy as other religious ceremonies. But I must say there was something positive about participating in a group celebration. Exactly what that was, I can’t say. But I can acknowledge it.
Mead is a traditional Beltane beverage. Had a Maine made mead at Blaze to prep for the fire last night.
The Journey 