Some thoughts on the month of May
Song for Bealteinne Who comes maying, comes maying with me? - Lad and maiden, sweetheart and friend – Softly slip from your house-doors free: Sweet May-night in the woods we'll spend! We'll pass by where the hawthorns white Breathe their bridal odour of love: Not a twig shall we pluck till light - Sweet May-night in the woods we'll rove! Bring ye plenty of bread and ale, Meat and sweet as it pleases ye, bring: Lanterns vying with moonlight pale, In the woods we shall sup and sing! Praise the Goddess-Queen for whose feast Love's the hymnal and kisses the creed: Two and two 'mid the leaves embraced, Sweet May-night in joy let us speed! Bathed in dew when the daybreak is come, Boughs of hawthorn bear we away - Crowned and decked with its sacred bloom, In the morning we'll bring home the May! ~ Vivian Godfrey (aka Past Presider, OBOD) When I reached my early twenties, I often found myself “awaken...