Join me, Witch. This Beltane, I’m choosing slow-bubbling jubilance, ancestral blessings of fire and smoke, and ecstatic dirt-under-the-nails garden prayer. I’m remembering the bright bloom of the yet-to-come into being, and I’m doing it all before moonrise. Let’s paint our faces with the still-chilled mud and take to the sky-kissing hilltop where the bones of the burned are buried, and let’s dance bare-breasted by the light-of-day like they never could.
It’s up to us, you know. Let’s laugh to heal our great-grandmothers’ melancholy. Let’s work the magick out-loud the Old Ones had to work in secret. These are the days of the rising Witch, the heathen waking wild, and the crow-woman spreading her wide wings and taking flight.
Rise with me, flame-tender. Our springtime sadness will not serve us today, and this moon is spilling silver, dripping grace all over our aching hearts and cracking joints. I’ve built a humble, mossy temple out of fallen branches and graffiti-covered stones, and I’ve hand-crafted an altar inside this place to the bright-eyed children who will save this wicked world of ours, who will dismantle oppression with their words and their art, who will mend the bleeding wounds cut deep into once-fertile ground by their grandfathers’ blades.
Chant with me now, surrounded by slow-yawning fawns and scowling birds of prey. They’ll teach us their hymns, and we’ll teach them ours. These holy wilds are our Beltane coven playground, and I can almost hear even the angriest Fae giggle away their ferocity underneath these greening willows.
Just for today, may our songs be our spells. May we see beauty in the searching roots and golden glow of a stellar warmth nearly forgotten. May we remember ourselves whole again, and may we spend a long and fateful moment trusting our breath alone as an invocation to our healing ancestral lines, to our futures that over-run with sweet-smelling abundance like an unwatched cauldron full of honey, wildflowers, and joy.
Blessed be this Beltane dance
Put these Witches in a trance
Find us fed and full of light
Dreaming wild through the night.