Archive | April 2016
Do it
Or in California
That explains it
Yes
Today’s reading
Clearance
Seven of Wands
A time to make decisions and priorities. Focus on what you really need in your life and what it is timely to cut away. Regrowth is fertilized by the ability to utilize.
…cutting down dead wood, and pruning to enable better future growth.
It is time to take action in order to clear outworn modes of behaviour from areas of your life. A clarification, a paring down of intention. The fire purifies negativity, transforming the energy.
Spanish pipe-layers find large Roman coin hoard – BBC News
The Night Before Beltane
This is what happens when the system goes down at work. Never let a pagan’s brain roam.
)O(
T’was the night before Beltane
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.
The Maypole was hung in the garden
With care
In hopes that the coven soon would be there.
The people were nestled all snug in their tents
Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense
And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less
And just settled in to state of undress.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a fool
And promptly tripped over her mules.
The moon rose high over lawns green and dim
Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim
Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear
That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.
With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side
I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.
“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried
And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.
The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy
And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy
They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance
That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.
I feared for the children’s well dressing to last
The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths
The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south
While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth
He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe
With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.
A keg on two legs was found at his heels
I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.
His face was so red and shined with a glow
The wreath on his head was tipping just so
He smiled with a smile just full of great glee
He was going to be our most favourite party crashee
He gathered us round and started the dance
We all then joined in for such a fine prance.
Morning came when the sun started to rise
He waved us goodbye from over the rise
“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning
“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.
By ElfKat ©2012
24 Seniors Who Said ‘HELL NO’ To Old-People Clothes… #11 Is My New Hero.
Poetry month – Austin John Marshall
Dancing at Whitsun
It’s fifty-one springtimes since she was a bride,
But still you may see her at each Whitsuntide
In a dress of white linen and ribbons of green,
As green as her memories of loving.
The feet that were nimble tread carefully now,
As gentle a measure as age do allow,
Through groves of white blossom, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true love.
The fields they are empty, the hedges grow free,
No young men to tend them, or pastures go see.
They’ve gone where the forests of oak trees before
Had gone to be wasted in battle.
Down from their green farmlands and from their loved ones
Marched husbands and brothers and fathers and sons.
There’s a fine roll of honour where the Maypole once was,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.
There’s a row of straight houses in these latter days
Are covering the Downs where the sheep used to graze.
There’s a field of red poppies, a wreath from the Queen.
But the ladies remember at Whitsun,
And the ladies go dancing at Whitsun.