Though weather varies widely across the planet, of course, the traditional meaning of May Day in Europe was "the beginning of Summer". Thus, the summer solstice was termed "Midsummer", et cetera. Here in the U.S. the unofficial beginning of summer is a little later, with the passage of Memorial Day at the end of May. …
So, I've been a little hard on the Pagan community lately. I've decried abuses and hierarchies, lack of political engagement, and the leftovers of the sexual culture of the 1960s that still thrive in many corners of it. Those things are true, in my opinion, and I stand by them. So why, one might ask, do I continue …
Whose warm love flows across the land each day Stirring Life, the world's magic, arms yearning up, Turning each green leaf to follow. Whose generous balm Upon the skin is love's touch, ahhhhhh heated fingers soothing, Whose roar boils water from ocean to sky Drawing sweet from salt, becoming rain, snow, river, lake; Whose fervid …
With love for all of you, on this the eve of May Day... May Morning Fresh as the day the world was made, This morning: dew-spattered through feather fans Of foxtail and wild rye. Mars is low on the horizon, for once. Still As a caught breath, the day, hushed, Holds for a slow-golding time, …
The avalanche took our home. A wave of ice drove us before it, And everything we thought we had we loaded on our backs And fled, but no luck: the cold fist ground us under. Home. Years. Love. Work. Health. We cried as it passed over us, scraping, Pinned in place, locked in dim blue …
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