“They’re just sort of round, lots of possibilities…“ – Léithin Cluan on growing vegetables.
“What’s the hardest part of a man?” – Cymro ap Arthan before revealing his answer… you can reply if you know what it is… factual question, mind you!
It was one of those beautiful nights where because it was still light, we get to appreciate the beauty of the Grove heart (and its surrounding woodland) in colour! Many are the times we go there and everything is surrounded in the dark of night, that to see the green of the foliage and the gold light of the sun as it begins its descent is a real gift in itself.
It was Spronk’s turn to lead a ceremony and once we had set everything up; including trying not to burn our fingers on the taper, a spitting charcoal burner and a bit of confusion of who was calling what (no name and shaming, it was a really short debate) we were ready to go!
Spronk led a wonderful ceremony beginning with a visualisation meditation about what we would like to creatively pursue: my meditation involved a printed copy of my book with a cover I never thought of using, this was held by a sylph-like blonde (the sort you get in Victorian art paintings about what they thought the ancients looked like, in this case long golden plaits and a flowing white dress- not my usual type).
Afterwards, Spronk ritually lit the Beltane fire and invited us to make a wish whilst jumping the flames. For those who couldn’t, they were allowed to sprinkle incense on to the fire instead (sorry Léithin, for not thinking of it earlier!). My jump was compared to a ballet dancer and thusly earned me my “May Queen” jibe all night. Gits.
We then gathered closer for sharing the fire’s warmth, not that it was particularly cold, let’s just say the cool of winter is only just beginning to sod off. Around the burning pit we shared mead, flapjack and blessings for things we wanted to honour.
We polished off the mead and red wine at the car park and caught up with each other, including Cymro asking the above question and “What part of a polar can’t you eat?”
It was a good night, we had a laugh (several in fact, Beltane just makes you mischievous!), heartfelt prayers were shared, lambs were heckling us!
Spronk’s ceremony was of goals for the future and like Beltane itself, was about prepping the energy for the coming harvest… whatever form it takes.
Still can’t believe they made me May Queen! Even if I wore Lady Morgana’s skirt that’s not the point… 😉