prepare for Beltane part One
I invite you to connect in this day for the fire festival named La Bealltainn.
this morning during a walk into the woods, I heard the music of the birds, I touched the green grass so soft and sweet as it seems to grow from one hour of the day to the next.
Beltane is really all about love and the ‘emotional blazing fire’.
About loving yourself and being in relationship with not just a partner but also with the Spring and the nature that rises again and again.
it’s a celebration of intimate relashionship, it’s a celebration about offering a radiant powerful fire with ‘five woods’ so you can begin to own the fullness of your emotions and everything that you are during this heart-to-heart and soul-to-soul days.
I prepare myself for the deasil ancient dance of The Iron Age Celtic tribes around the bonfire.
I can remember everything, every steps, every breath.
I remember the chant that was given to me by my ancestors and as I am singing the ancient song of my past, I prepare the secret balm that heals the wounds of the heart in this beloved island; I am the memory, I remain blissfully and eternally on my sacred path.
my personal five woods are, at the time of writing, sleeping near five homemade beewax candles into the fireplace.
Beltane was and still IS the union of the Earth Goddess with the Sun God.
‘Cio che e’ vero risplende per sempre’
Enjoy.
(A drawing from the inspiration of this morning)
Bruna for Intermundi®
“You do not have to walk on you knees for a hundred miles through the desert land, you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and i will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on, meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your immagination, calls to you like a wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things” Mary Oliver - The Wild Geese
““Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.” Haruki Murakami - Kafka and the Shore
