Tradition – Blessed Beltane

There is something to be said for tradition. Historically, following patterns of season and harvest, birth and death, prosperity and frugality, the traditional ways of the earth were respected and revered. Celebrations were held for thanks, offering up reverence to the gods for bounty, and asking blessings upon crops and livestock to ensure sustainability and survival for, not only the individual and their immediate family, but the benefit of the greater good, whatever that was (society, clan, town, etc.). This true sense of community is attempted, but often in this fast pace world of today, tradition and celebration are overlooked or discounted. We direct our appreciations to the people around us by focusing on things instead of being thankful for what we have in the natural world all around. Celebrating the Earth and its treasures should be part of any tradition – after all, she provides and we take. To succumb to temptation and the expectation of more is nothing new, either. As long as there is a reasonable doubt that you could have more than you already hold, there will be dreams and there will be desires… 

Here is my “tradition” for the May Day posting:

 

Temptation of the Night 

As the sun set, a cool breeze played among the grasses on the knoll above the village. Great preparation had filled the day for the May Eve celebrations heralding the season of warmth. With offerings to the gods, there were always prayers and much hope after the long winter that the next six months would reap a bountiful harvest from the fields; that the herds bred during the last warm spell would produce healthy calves and any human babies born to the world birthed during this time. Just as the men took care to see to the livestock, the women took painstaking measures to ensure they did not conceive off-time and deliver during the deathly cold of winter – the baby would be sure to die.

Caolan and Caoimhe knew the significance of this May Eve – their only daughter, Dairine, would be united with her own mate even at a mere…

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