What a magnificent dawn, a flawless Beltane morning. Rising majestically from the surrounding landscape Glastonbury Tor, a
sacred hilltop crowded with smiley faces, people offering warm embraces, folk of
shared purpose, here to greet the Sun. Rollo led the Beltane ceremony in his inimitable
style, and people followed enthusiastically, as is the way. There's definitely something special about collective
ceremonies, and made more so when diffuse and,
for the most part, unconnected participants gather for a fleeting moment. Ceremony over, an accordion starts up, and the sticks of the Cam Valley
Morris clash as the sun cracks the dawn to a collective cheer. Perfect.
I felt a deep sense of reconnection after too long a period being
disconnected. Beltane has always been my favourite
festival of the eightfold year, a time of such potential and hope for a
fertile season to come, and fertile by any metric you wish to employ
too, spiritual, physical, material. It was only as I descended the Tor
that I realised how I'd needed this morning, and how much it had affected me. It really was
perfect. Beltane blessing y'all.
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