valarltd | Yay! Beltane! My Favorite!

Beltane is indeed my favorite of the Sabbats. After all, who doesn't love a good wedding? And today, the Green Man and Maiden are no longer Peter Pan and Wendy but Robin and Marian.

It's a hard festival for many of us to talk about. And I have a lot of pop-culture clutter as well, some of it of my own making. Summer is coming. We picked the first strawberry today and it sits on the altar even now as an offering.

But I have no sermon today. Only a head full of songs and desire. Since fiction is the truth inside the lie, have some instead of a sermon.

Robin pulled Marion close, curling around her from behind. “My wife. All I know is that I adore you and want to love you under the stars.” He tipped her face around for another kiss. “It’s Walpurgis. The Celts call it Beltane. They believe their god and goddess make love on this night to set all the crops to growing. Among their tribes, every chieftain and his lady love in the fields to ensure this.”

Marion laughed and relaxed, turning fully to face him. “Oh you naughty man. Are you saying we should behave like wild Celts?”

Robin rolled her onto her back and loomed above her. He felt her interest revive. “I sleep in trees like a heathen,” he laughed. He kissed her deep and sweet, tasting her mouth as if for the first time under the May moon. “Nay, love, for that would mean we have to climb down and make love in the fields. I prefer our private place, with a bed rather than hard plowed ground.” He kissed her again, more slowly still, and whispered, “There’s another furrow I seek to plow, my lady wife.”

Marion giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And it’s a fine plowman you’ve become, my lord.”
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He kissed her. She clung to him.

“My lord,” she whispered.

“My lady,” he said.

They lay entwined in the soft spring night that smelled of borage and clover, heather and mayweed and under it, plowed earth and all the new green growing things.

We may be flooded here, to the point that our ritual spot is being evacuated by boat.
But you...
Go out.
Dance. Laugh. Love.