Its Beltane and we should be dancing barefoot in a meadow. 
Wearing hawthorn blossom in our hair and being courted by a young knight in shining armour.  All bathed in golden, warm sunlight.

Don’t you wish life was like this?

When really it means starting the housework at 8.30pm because you have acrylic paint on your nails, in your hair and you’ve had a good day in the studio, but no one took you up on the offer of helping with dusting and hoovering *sigh*.

And don’t tell me not to do the housework, its got to the point of SERIOUSLY NEEDING doing.

Here’s a picture created today from paintings,drawings and photographs.

I’m dancing in the meadow in my head!

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3 thoughts on “Happy Beltane

  • 01/05/2012 at 9:42 pm

    Emerging Visions visionary art 'zine #22

    In celebration of Earth, our Gifting Gaea has emerged.
    Share our Gift; Enjoy our Earth; Blessed Be

    Sense caressing meadow
    Green grain and brilliant petals
    Lovely buzzing, lively hopping
    Warm, yellow light at play
    Luscious wash of pleasure
    Fragrant, rolling, mellow
    Miles of flowering moments
    Celebrate today

    Imagine May Day

    Brazen witches fly, legends say,
    dark Moon nights; arise, stealthy, silent
    in their joyous revelry.
    Bonded to Earth's creation;
    learning at mother's breast
    to manage life's gifts and lessons.

    Historic Man may proclaim, may murder
    for fealty, to swear allegiance to
    their hunt's command.
    They may elevate their One True King
    to kneel and obey. They may employ
    counting measure, ceremony and sacrifice,
    taunting and torture or other trials
    thus finding for each loyal swan a pond
    to plunder, to parade in royal colour,
    their place of pride.

    Cruelty descends, more master than tactic;
    it is the enemy of joy, of flavor,
    bonding, works of love and honor.

    Yet men, on real ground, work companions
    to soil and rain, engineers trained to each
    moment's urgencies, philosophers of stone and mud,
    reason and toil, persist. Their sinew and bone feed
    the ages, build clay and richness on which
    wealth relies.

    Wisdom knows the sweat of practiced movement,
    flexible to unexpected obstacles, able to modulate
    quiet or loud as the crowd ebbs
    or grows in credulity.
    Where wisdom seeps through, counters
    prevailing poisons, invigorates blood to nourish
    minds and hearts, look there for blessing.

    Arise, lovers! Bring forth better days,
    ours to play in open revelry,
    neighbors enjoying shared labors and our fruit.
    Accept truth of magic; imagine life into this world.

    Beltane 2012

  • 02/05/2012 at 4:48 pm

    Hum, your first suggestion might bring on a spot of pneumonia! Love the idea of being in that picture though! And I do admire the fact that late at night you're doing ,shock, horror, housework!

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