So many different ways I could begin this. Did a brief search for related source material as inspirational footholds but ran up against a shifty wall of scholarship and erudition.

I climbed over that wall and kept on going.

Almost decided against posting a Beltane greeting, but the spirits pooshed ("pooshed" instead of "pushed" would be Grandmother Florence) me to further my search unto a post, where I could search among the words as they spilled out onto the page. Never mind, they say, what comes to feed; saying that with laughter.

Beltane, for me, is a time of honoring the ancestors and the part they play in furthering creation through the fertility at the beginning of Summer. They hover near and I watch Rosie the cat, who is reclining before my eyes, reacting to the energies that have gathered here tonight. Plain white candle burning at the altar, where Buddha, Yoda, Gandalf, Sylvester the Cat, and Wile E. Coyote stand for remembrence. There's an elf made of soap there as well. These aching arms convey these words through the keyboard, on into the temp file, and eventually into the hard drive of the cafe, where they will be displayed for you. Just for you. Each and every one of you to be treasured.

There have been bees at the choke cherry blossoms today. The neighbor lady came to ask if she and her husband could build a garden in my part of the yard, where the wood scrap pile is now. She says that the rest of the yard is full of old auto parts. Yup, that's the neighborhood alright. Some trucks 'round here been sitting where they sit since way back when the high power lines first came into town, back in '48. Back 'round Roswell time. They had spaceships before the power grid came. Odd sort of place I live in!

Tonight I celebrate emergent intellegence. Remembering and accessing, calling forth and giving forth. From the potentiality of dreamtime on into the immanant flowering that sits around me, enfolding me, and resonating inward, outward and swirling as I write.

Thinking also of the recent plagerism scandal, with the teenaged girl and the book packaging biz. She has my prayers, and has me also wondering at adolescent pride, and how it may be fueled by adament adults. Brings to me a feeling of honor in knowing - knowing that it's all good, but sometimes it can be tooooooo good. Like, ya know? I hope she knows to treasure herself regardless of what went down.

Magpie came again today. Always a pleasure. This has been a peaceful day to feel the aches and pains of letting loose and letting be and letting go. Grateful that I do not need to steal words. Even from myself. Always fresh, says Magpie. Some seen, some unseen, but always fresh. So sayeth Magpie.

Happy Beltane, y'all!

Blessed Be ~ Ken