No Maypole this year. No bonfire. I was barely able to find a sheltered corner to keep my candle alight.

But I am embracing Beltane. I am grateful for the bounty provided. I’m in beautiful surroundings and am able to share my feelings without crumbling. My glass is more than half full. I look forward to what lies ahead. I revel in my triteness.

Happy Beltane!