Merry Beltane, all.


It's May Day. If we're going to start a pagan-ish goddess cult, we'd better learn to love May 1...it's the most important Pagan holiday, especially in Wicca. It'll be our new Christmas. Too bad it's a fertility ceremony, huh? Oh well. We can reclaim it - we can make it a rebirth/renewal ceremony and not focus so much on the abundance of our ovaries. (And, of course, we don't have to give up Christmas...it's too much of a cultural phenomenon to abandon. Besides...exchanging gifts rocks, as does Christmas baking.) Other random Beltane/May Day fact: It's the oldest known holiday. Nobody can come up with anything older, including holidays that have been recorded but are no longer celebrated.

Nobody brought me a May Basket today. Too bad...I wanted to chase someone down the hall, catch him, and kiss him. My mom used to help me deliver May Baskets to all of the neighbor kids back in the day. Allison Mason was the only one who ever caught me, though. She kissed me too. Funny how a thing like that isn't disgusting when you're only six. I wonder how the hell that tradition ever got started. Maybe it was to put you in the mood to be fertile. :) Anyway.