Flower Moon at Bealtaine

Violets, whose tender petals wilted in late afternoon sun, their Bealtaine eve fires dimmed, swell again to meet the day.

What a precious dawning!

As the Triple Goddess rotates her leadership in seasonal dress, life breathes and beckons.

Dew dries quickly this high. Her last chill droplets caressed my feet as I trod carefully, not to disturb the flow of awakening. Up as the sun rose, I thanked the day, the Earth, and her elements. Since I was a child, I have ever gloried in the sacredness of mornings. It is not Gaia who shifts her focus, but we, who re-orient to new life, and a new day.

Ancient melodies course through my veins. The trees hum, tuning up, awaiting that exact alignment of download and Silence. Then, comes the rushing torrent of their summer songs. Summer births here, as Autumnal gestation is seeded in southern regions. Gaia’s cycle ever renews, shedding what must be surrendered for new life to become.

What a joy. What a miracle!

Perhaps this video shares what I have not words to say.

Blessed Bealtaine!

And my love,

Nalini

Too early for bees in the blossoms. The hot scent of midday has not yet reached their slumbering hives. Sweet on the air, the heady presence and promise of apples yet to be, welcoming the sun, along with me.