Fascinating concept, the time of no time. Fascinating how mystical strains, be they Pagan, Buddhist, Islamic, Hindu, Native American, Jewish, Christian … all converge. The Eternal Now meets the Cosmic Wheel and the Time of No Time. How refreshingly different from the divisive narrowness of the fundamentalist strains of religious traditions, all walled-off , angry and judgmental … and fundamentally just fearful of “otherness” (whether it’s “otherness” out in the world, or inside … in one’s own heart).
Anyway, Beltane is a time of celebrating the return of light, of life, of fertility and growth. The Maypole is planted and love abounds!
Oh, do not tell the Priest of our Art,
For he would call it a sin;
But we shall be out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth
For women, cattle and corn
Now is the sun come up from the South
With Oak, and Ash and Thorn!
A Tree Song from Rudyard Kipling’s Weland’s Sword story in “Puck of Pook’s Hill“
The veil between this world and the Other is at its thinnest at Beltane and then again at Samhain. At both points, passage between worlds is easiest, Samhain being a time when the ancestors visit us, and Beltane being the reverse.
I wish that I had known that yesterday, as I have a few rather pressing matters that I would like to share with my mother … 😉
Anyway – Happy (Belated) Beltane … and thoughts of Susan Popkin … who passed to the other side of the veil 15 years ago yesterday.