05/28/2021

How lovely it is to find out that 

surprises are still alive and well . . .

Out of the blue, our neighbors, 

our friends, called and asked us 

out to lunch to a place we had 

never been. 

Just the unexpected of it all was 

delicious, but the cafe bar was 

such a neat place. I immediately 

liked the owner, as well as his 

young children, a boy and a girl. 

They were helping out; so loved 

that!

The place, lovely! The ambiance, 

fabulous! The company, delightful.

And the food . . . well, you can be

sure we'll be going back.

The world has been in a difficult

place of late. I have found it hard

to be here. And, just when I've

reached a point of no return, a

sweet, sweet gesture reminds me

all is not lost.

I loved the surprise! So enjoyed

the afternoon. But, the real gift

was the gift of hope and for this

I am most grateful!

a world of sorrow

finally a seed of hope

turn abouts fair play

Dedicated to Heidi and Wade.

Bless you and thank you ever

so much!

05/27/2021

My Favorite Colors

    black

    light black

    medium black

    pitch black

    pastel black

    neon black

    faded black

    off black

    matte black

    black on black

    noir

~Unknown

I did think I'd grow out of it sooner

or later. But, I've been wearing nothing

but black for roughly 15 years and my 

love for it doesn't seem to be going 

away! There's naught like it . . . 'tis the 

most wondrous non-color in the entire 

universe.

Sooooo, little by little, right?! A couple

of years ago, I added in a bit of green

accent. Not just any green, understand, 

but a very special green.

My sweet girl gifted me a lovely blue

silk blouse this weekend. I look at it,

like it and want to wear it . . . but, it's

neither black nor green. Me thinks I

may be far too eccentric for my own

good.

I can't help but wonder if turquoise 

counts as a different color? Oh right! 

I only wear green turquoise!

so love me some black

too much beauty in rainbows

whats with me and black

05/26/2021

 

Life is so precious; me thinks we

don't realize just how much until

it is lost.

We lost Gris 15 years ago. Alas,

today would have been her 65th. 

I found it so hard to cope with 

the loss of such a beautiful friend. 

She truly meant the world to me.

For those of us who have battled

suicide for years, the pain of losing

a dearest and best to that monster

is beyond heartbreak. 

No one wants to die in this horrible

manner. We get that the pain is most

unbearable for those we leave behind.

Our struggles to not leave this way

are epic, but we continue to fight, 

no matter what!

I pray Griselda rests in peace. I

pray I may continue my own fight

and win my own battles with SADS.

I know she would want me to.

'Tis never a goodbye Gris; hasta

luego . . . sé que te veré pronto.

Ni te imagines lo que te extraño.

05/25/2021

Now it's, "Back in the real world" 

Or is it, "Back in the saddle again" 

Perhaps, "I need to bite the bullet" 

I always find coming home so 

interesting . . . understatement of

the day! Indeed, I love the joy of

coming home, finding everything

alright.

But as you settle in, recalling the

precious moments you left behind,

there is a sense of the bereft. Can't

help but wonder if that's why we

always forget something?! That

little promise of, "I'll come back

to get you later," kind of thing.

Today in real life, I must away to

the dentist . . . how's that for a

reality wake up call?! I'd cancel,

but, I've not been in for a couple

of years. ~!@#$%^&*()_+

reality check

id rather a fairy tale

me thinks my heart hurts

05/24/2021

A myriad of feelings plague my soul

as we wrap up my daughter weekend,

as I tend to think of it. We've spent

such precious time together, as well

as getting to share a couple of meals

with my grandson and his wife.

It bears reiterating . . . family is ever

and always precious, but as one grows

older, it becomes ever more so . . .

As I've always loved my family more

than life itself, it's hard to understand

how one could love them even more . . .

There are so many delightful ways

to say I love you . . . cooking their

fave meals, trying on each other's

clothes, telling tales out of school, 

having a good cry together.

Me thinks the love of a parent towards

their children borders on the divine. I

imagine 'tis precious few times in life

that one even pretends to understand

divinity. Still, saying this brings about

the realization that parental love for

one's children is the closest we'll most

likely ever come.

gifts of the divine

understanding miracles

so beyond grateful

05/23/2021

Today, I was much touched by

the joy I found in talking, laughing,

sharing, visiting with my daughter.

Harking back to when I was a young

mother, I still remember those same

sweet moments. Obviously, there

were differences, but . . .

She was a storyteller even when 

she was still lisping. She would 

bring me her tales out of school

and I remember being amazed

at her command of vocabulary,

imagination and emotion.

She would explain to me in her

sweet, little girl voice that she

was telling a story built around

a given incident and that she

knew the difference between

the inspiration and the story

itself.

Part of me felt bad that she

needed to give said preamble.

Me thinks 'twas the price of

making certain she understood

the concept of embellishment. 

Watching as she entered school,

learned to read and continuously

increased her vocabulary . . .

and then in learning English,

those skills continued in place.

As a Lang Arts teacher, I doubly

value her gifts and the joy she

has brought me over the years . . .

one in a million

living her own narrative 

brings joy to my soul

05/22/2021

Being nigh onto a hundred years

old, okay 71, I find my addiction

to our modern day technology

to be somewhat fascinating!

I don't have a smart phone, but

I do have a laptop. I begin each

day with it literally on my lap

as I lay back in bed and write

my daily blog.

Oh, and then I need to scroll

through Facebook in order to

know how everyone is doing.

There are messages to be read,

written and answered.

When least I expect it, I see

something I want to know

more about, so internet here

I come! Heaven forbid, I 

should just read about my

interests in books.

Alas, I have come to realize

that I have no ground to

stand on when it comes to

criticizing the kids of today

for being glued to their

smart phones.

I really do want to take a 

walk this morning, but I've

several e-mails to write

and answer . . .

living and learning

when will my lessons be done

blowing in the wind

05/21/2021

Family time; most amazing . . .

It occurs to me that as one gets

older, family becomes ever so

much more important.

I don't know if we take family

for granted in our younger years

or if it's because we live so far

from each other that getting

together is far more difficult.

Me thinks 'tis never too late.

It's happening now and that's

what's important. It's so much

fun to get together and suss out

where we each came from and

how we're related. Seeing the

other side of everything we

thought we knew . . . most

intriguing.

It's delightful to hear those tales 

out of school. And, I find this 

sense of connection as we chat 

and share. Looking at each other

from deep within, I see those

familial bonds growing.

How fortunate we are to still have

time to meet and greet, to learn

anew to like and to love.

Here's to family, far and wide . . .

we are family

sister sledge says it so well

still time to enjoy

05/20/2021

Alas, I am no gardener . . .

Still, I so appreciate the gifts 

Mother Earth and real gardeners 

bring to the table.

A dear friend of mine asked me if

she could give me some marigolds.

I was well pleased as it is our 

special flower in Mexico for the

three-day celebration of Days of 

the Dead.

I asked her how many and she

answered she had a dozen . . .

What she neglected to say was

that there were twelve seedlings

in each little black box. I only

didn't faint because the floor 

was so hard!

Just guess how I spent yesterday!

Still, it was interesting and even

a bit fun. I planted them in my

whiskey barrels, probably way

too close together, but they're

planted.

Another friend gifted me three

unusual tomato plants. I'm so

excited about these and pray

they survive and bring their

fruit to my table.

What interesting lives you

gardeners must lead . . .

from seeds to seedlings

gardening a precious gift

from earth to table

05/19/2021

Yesterday, I was so down with 

SADS I could barely cope; it 

was god awful. And now today,  

I awake feeling the anticipation 

of a good day. Wherein lies the 

difference?

Yesterday, foul weather;  today,

fine. Strange how weather can 

make such a difference in one's 

moods. I'm so looking forward 

to Summer!

Since today promises some fine,

how shall I spend it? Thinking

of Shakespeare, "Let me count

the ways . . . "

For one thing, we're going to

get out and about. Something

we don't do very often per se,

but especially since the plague.

I hope we eat out, we'll just

have to see.

ramblings and musings

let me see what the day brings

not too much to say

05/18/2021

Sooooo no can do believe the fierce 

hail, as well as heavy rain storm of

last evening! I am beyond grateful

that my guy, strong and tall, stood 

by my side as I trembled in fear.

The fear was innate! The incredibly

sonorous thunder, booming well

within range, simply invoked fear.

I do know that Colorado needs

moisture and I pray this does the 

trick. I also know my library is

flooded and not bound to dry out 

any time soon! Crazy times!

Ever so glad we were home and

unloaded by the time the brouhaha

began its deluge! I can't believe I

even got any sleep.

Me thinks the gods were both serving

Mother Earth as well as scaring the

bejesus out of her faithful few. Yay

for our much needed water! Perhaps,

well worth the price!

dreading her deluge

beauty in fear nonetheless

our terrain gives thanks

p.s. . . . and then it snowed; go figure!

05/17/2021

Ahhhhh, 'tis the last day . . .

There's anticipation on both ends

of the stick, but the feelings are

somehow different. At first, you 

can hardly wait to get the hell out

of town! Yet, just a few days later,

you're looking forward to heading

home . . . to getting home.

Same with the trip leaving town

and the trip going home. Same

distance, same anticipation,

Same! SAME!! S A M E !!! Yet

different. Nothing in this world

quite like those pesky feelings.

Finally getting home, it's less

fun unpacking from the trip than

packing for the trip. To and fro,

getting everything into the house.

Getting the washer going, putting

things away, getting mud from

the rain everywhere, sweeping

up, and fussing over who gets

the shower first.

Once sacked out and snacking

(too tired to cook, then comes

the review . . . Getting caught

up with family, shooting arrows

with the new bow, sitting by the

fire telling tales out of school.

Eating all those fun high-cal

snacks, the hugs and embrace.

Rather makes you all excited

for the next trip all over again!

likes me some camping

loves me my family time

needs me go again

05/16/2021

This morning, I watch as my guy

throws the football with the kids.

I have fun pouring over lil stones

with my granddaughter. Sneaking

a cupcake and eating ice cream at

odd hours is the fun of the grands,

all while mom looks the other way.

It's a sunny, windy day, just the

antidote to the cold snowy ones

we've been living through. And,

this kind of weather does allow

for the kids to be out and about.

In talking with my stepdaughter,

she reminds me that what we're

about is making memories. And,

I can actually see it!

The trip itself, the good weather,

playing with the dogs, taking walks,

collecting rocks, discussing topics

of interest . . . all good!

So, I do get that making memories

just may be what it's all about . . .

and not just for the children, but

for the adults as well.

What I'm going to take away from

this weekend is our time shared,

controversial conversations, good

rest, and love . . . love most of all!

i so needed this

a different kind of heaven

can we come again

05/15/2021

Taking care of my health a bit for

the last three years may actually

be paying off! I walked a long way

on the flats this morn and collected

a couple of pockets of small stones.

These may even have more meaning

as they represent my first long walk

in an enormity of time. Each time I

see them, it will serve as a reminder

that I can do this and more.

Catching up with the kids is delightful

as well as Mama Earth on the flat. We

are so used to seeing her in all of her

mountainous glory that the flatlands

are a bit of a different kind of treat.

I watch the grandkids entertaining

themselves in the great outdoors . . .

They dig in the earth, collect their

own rocks and play endless hours

at whatever their imaginations

come up with. Most wondrous!

I find myself grateful that we can

still find still find places that aren't

filled to the nines with people and 

all their accompanying noise. I 

believe I'll go home refreshed and

renewed.

mother earth blesses

anywhere and wherever

welcome to her dance

05/14/2021

Today has finally arrived . . .

I actually feared it never would

And yet, here it is!

There are still a few things to

do, to load, to prepare. Have to

water the plants and wash the 

dishes. But, things are shaping up.

Still, you know it's not a proper 

trip if you don't forget something!

We're driving up the back way.

Parts of the trip aren't even on 

the map. Still me thinks, we'll 

find our destination.

The kids await us. Their friends

will just have to put up with us.

But maybe, when they see we

bring that age ole peace offering

of margs, they'll forgive our

arrival.

The birthday gift is to be a very

sophisticated bow and arrow. 

There should be a great deal of

target practice. I bet this is going

to be a highlight.

For moi, it's sitting 'round the 

campfire, listening to those tales

out of school and trying to recall

if I were ever that young . . .

anticipation

what its all about for me

pray it measures up

05/13/2021

Today is a long awaited day . . .

My bestie is coming and I 

haven't seen her in ever so long!

This got me to thinking about all

the good things I've overlooked 

due to immersing myself so deeply 

in Winter Weather Hate! My bad!

Two sunny days in a row . . . 

me thinks a celebration is in order.

And, when my friend arrives, that's

exactly what we'll have! Still, this

has me thinking . . .

Yesterday, we got to eat out when

we went grocery shopping. An

added treat, our fave restaurant 

makes the best margs ever! Add

to that . . . fab, fab, fab Mexican

food!

Got to see a fun flick once we got

settled in. And it occurs to me, 

these little every day treats are

what life is all about. One doesn't

have to travel abroad in order to

enjoy life . . . and we get to see

the kids this weekend.

so long sir winter

got my positive going

need to drink to that

05/12/2021

Me thinks my guy gets me! 

He's taking me out today . . . 

Pray, Universe bless him!

Seems ever since the plague,

we've been home bound. Our

own get-aways have been to 

go to SAMS once every two 

or three months. They have 

a 7:00 a.m. senior morning, 

so we've figured it's a tad 

less risky.

Speaking of risks, we're

actually going to eat out

today. We haven't seen the

owner in so long that we're

taking her flowers. Depending

on the time, we may even 

have a margarita.

I imagine this plague, as I am

deemed to call it, affects we

oldsters less than it does you

youngsters. I would have to 

say though, it has brought a

renewed joy in the little things.

Someone dropping by, a special

card in the mail, a package on

the doorstep, an unexpected call,

a fab movie . . . It doesn't have

to be big nor expensive to be a

gift . . . 

good things to recall

gifts in all shapes and sizes

wrapping not required

05/11/2021 - SADS

"I wish I could tell you how hard it 

is to live in a world where everyone 

thinks so highly of you, yet all you 

know is what falling apart really looks 

like." ~Stevie Flood

Holding myself tightly, I made it thru

Winter, all the while praying for Spring.

Sobbing in despair, I found Winter had

highjacked Spring and this season I'd

longed for was nowhere to be found.

A reprieve for Mother's Day, and then,

Mr. Winter is back at it. It snowed all

day and everywhere I look, 'tis white.

I walk to the mailbox to pay my bills

and am baptized with its heavy falling.

Alas, there are only six weeks left of

this imposter calling himself Spring.

I pray I live long enough to see a day

in which I can sit outside and maybe

even sip slowly on a margarita!

Here's sending love, peace and hope

to my fellow sufferers of SADS. We

have to make it, one way or another.

so longing for spring

green bits peeking through the snow

will this never end

Diez de Mayo del Año 2021 - Día de las Madres

Tan bellos son mis recuerdos del

Día de las Madres en México. Pues,

ahí nacieron mis hijos, amores de mi

vida.

Recuerdo estando recién embarazada

con mi hijo Luis, mi esposo me celebró 

el 9 de Mayo, el día de las pre-madrecitas,

según él.  Qué lindo!

Mis años en México, de los 17 a 37 años 

de edad, son bellos más allá del más allá!

Bien recuerdo a mis amigas y vecinas con

sus hijos, siendo madres como yo jamás

había visto. 

Abrazos, besos, las acurrucadas cuando 

lastimados y un buen chanclazo cuando 

mal portados. Me acuerdo de las historias

contadas, las sonrisas, el orgullo de las mamás. 

Premios grandes y castigos pequeños, pero

las doña madres amaban como Dios mismo.

Obviamente, las madres en todo el mundo

adoran a sus hijos y darían sus vidas por

ellos. Muy sin embargo, me parece que es 

la pasión de la mujer Mexicana que las 

hace madres tan fenomenales.

Cómo extraño a dichas madres, sus maneras

de ser, las lecciones que me enseñaron, el

cariño manifestado ante el mundo entero.

Rezo para que un día sea yo tan grande de

corazón como ellas . . . las venero!!!

amor de madres

el cariño sin igual

don de los dioses

*Dedicated to Linda Ferreira, she

who healed me in times of sorrow . . .

05/09/2021 - Mother's Day

As I love being a mother, today brings

to mind other mothers that we have

known, loved and must honor.

Mother Mary Teresa Bolaxhiu, honored 

in the Catholic Church as Saint Teresa of 

Calcutta, was an Albanian-Indian Roman

Catolic nun and missionary. She was born

in Skopje. 1910 - 1997. Wikipedia

Mother Frances Cabrini, Italian-American

nun who founded the Missionary Sisters of

the Sacred Heart of Jesus to support fellow

Italian immigrants to the United States. She

was the first U.S. citizen to be canonized as

a saint by the Roman Catholic Church.

1850 - 1917. Wikipedia

Marie Curie, first woman to win a Nobel Prize

and mother of Irene Joliot-Curie who co-won

the Nobel Prize in Chemistry with her husband

for their own work with radio activity.

1887 - 1934. ~Suzanne Raga

Sojourner Truth and her baby daughter escaped

slavery, rescued her illegally sold son and went

on to become a Christian preacher in New York

City speaking about the Bible, abolition and

women's suffrage. 1797 - 1883. ~Suzanne Raga

Abigail Adams, First Lady, single-handedly ran

their farm, wrote letters supporting equal rights

for woman and abolition of slavery, and educated

their five children including future president John

Quincy Adams. 1744 - 1818 ~Suzanne Raga

Irena Sendler, smuggled out almost 2500 Jewish

children during the Holocaust, giving them false

documents, placed them in convents, orphanages,

and Christian homes. Arrested, tortured, sentenced 

to execution, never gave any information about the 

children or her smuggling operation. 1910 - 2008. 

~Suzanne Raga

Esther Veatch Jennings, amazing woman and mom,

dedicated her life to her blind and special needs son

as well as serving her local community in Special

Education Services. Worked for the Atomic Energy

Commission for 30 years, garnering many awards

and much recognition. 1928 - 2016  ~ld Jennings

May we ever honor them, our mothers . . .

loves me being mom

mother mom mum ma mamá

the greatest honor

04/08/2021

Love that my dad named me Linda-Dale.

I tend to see this as Linda, right brain and 

Dale, left brain. And at this point, me thinks 

Linda and Dale are fighting a duel. Added 

to that, I was born a Libra. Fear I may be 

the most unbalanced Libra I've ever known. 

Just found this most comforting piece. Enjoy!

"Balance is key. In everything you do. Dance

all night long and practice yoga the next day.

Drink wine, but don't forget your green juice.

Eat chocolate when your heart wants it and

kale salad when your body needs it. Wear

high heels on Saturday and walk barefoot 

on Sunday. Go shopping at the mall and then

sit down and meditate in your bedroom. Live

high and low. Move and stay still. Embrace

all sides of who you are and live your authentic

truth! Be brave and bold and spontaneous and

loud and let that complement your abilities to

find silence and patience and modesty and 

peace. Aim for balance. Make your own rules

and don't let anybody tell you how to live

according to theirs." ~Rachel Brathen

Sooooo love this. I may end up reading 

it every morning before I begin my days. 

It's brilliant in is conception as well as 

comforting to the soul! Balance! Just

think about it!

pondering balance

succor for body and soul

learning every day

05/07/2021

As I've said before, I truly do make

an effort to live in the now. I would

even confess to doing a pretty good

job of it. But as long as I'm confessing,

I may as well admit to getting quite

wrapped up in anticipation.

A friend of mine is coming in from 

out of town this evening. I pray I

enjoy the day whilst awaiting her

arrival. Silly things enter my mind . . . 

Will it be warm enough to sit outside?

Will it be too warm to build a fire?

I want to make Mexican food, per

usual, but I seem to recall that there

are some things she can't eat. 

I hark back to a somewhat distant

past, wondering if I've always been

like this. Maybe I was; maybe I took

things more in stride. Who knows?!

I find myself wondering if age brings

us to a place where even the smallest

things are enjoyed and treasured?! I

like this. What's the point of life if

we don't enjoy all its nuances?!

Me thinks 'tis about paying attention!

Perhaps, that business in our lives

blinds us a tad and I want to SEE!

ever loving life

take notice its important

stay awhile longer

05/06/2021

'Tis the morning of the day after . . .

 It's sunny out there; let's go out 

and play!

I can just feel a spring day saunter

coming on. That rock shop near my

fave restaurant is calling my name.

And speaking of my fave restaurant,

I'm certain that I must eat there today.

It's been such a long, long winter. It

started whilst we were still in autumn

and has lasted well into spring. Me

thinks we've been taken advantage of

this time around!

So, it's out and about that I need to 

be. I have a list, a list of all that I've

missed out on since our non-existent

spring began. I may even take a few

shekels out of my paltry savings to

celebrate properly.

Me thinks I'll dress up a tad and get

my ass out there. Best part is, my

lover is on the same page with me.

Bet we're going to have one hell of

a day!

I'm so excited I feel a dance coming 

on . . . a jig perhaps!

a day on the town

getting drunk on mister sun

fab weather awaits

05/05/2021 - Cinco de Mayo

Cinco de Mayo, an annual celebration

held on May 5. The date is observed 

to commemorate the Mexican Army's 

victory over the French Empire at the

Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, under

leadership of General Ignacio Zaragoza. 

Wikipedia

I've written about this in years past. 

I have so many things to celebrate;

sooooo love me my celebrations! 

I get as excited as a school kid! 

Obviously, there's the historical 

significance alluded to above.

But for me, Cinco de Mayo is far

more personally sacred than any

political holiday. I honor May 5th 

lo these 40 plus years and so do 

NOT wish to change nary a thing 

in this personal history.

My daughter, my namesake, my

mother's namesake, mother of 

my grandsons . . . ever a queen 

in my very existence.  So, what 

does she bring to the door of my 

heart?

I believe the word I'm looking 

for is connection . . . that etherial

connection within our heritage.

That tie that binds from the great

grands, to the grands, to the parents

to the children, to the grandchildren.

The embodiment of strength, passion,

honesty, pride in her work, a friend,

ever upholding her belief system . . .

my shero. Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Pray she live long upon the land . . .

Deuteronomy 5:16

05/04/2021

Being somewhat of a Nervous Nellie,

I find myself asking the question,

"What does it take to bring a sense

of peace, calm, relief to oneself?"

I went to the bank early this a.m. and

got my affairs in order. I came home,

took care of the mail, dishes, trash,

and then sat by the fire. That's when

it occurred to me . . . I had somehow

settled down in my soul and didn't

feel anxious any longer.

It was telling! Suss out what you can,

what you're able. . . run your errands,

do a few chores. Then, treat yourself 

to something you find relaxing. 

I'm not certain it will always be this

simple, but me thinks it's high time

I try a few ideas on for size! One

thing I find comforting, I'm about 

a hundred years old, and I'm still

learning every single day!

I'll confess though, I do wonder

when the hell this wisdom of the

ages is supposed to kick in?!

loathe anxiety

where oh where to find relief

pray bestow answers

05/03/2021

"March winds and April showers

bring forth May flowers."

~George Latimer Apperson,

Dictionary of Proverbs, 1886

Here was me thinking it was May!

So, I took myself out at o' dark thirty

yesterday and washed down the 

summer chairs outside.

My bad! So, I just might be the one

responsible for bringing down the 

May showers, much needed that they

are.

Having confessed to that, someone

else needs to own up to bringing in

the snow. I want nothing to do with

that!

Here's hoping you are all enjoying

Springtime in the Rockies!

"Rain, rain go away,

Come again another day!"

*Dates back to the reign 

of Queen Elizabeth, 1588

raining or snowing

loving me some weather NOT

will spring never come

~ld jennings

05/02/2021

May has always been a whirlwind 

month to me. 'Tis filled with those

special holidays . . . May Day, 

Mother's Day, Día del Maestro, Día 

del Estudiante and birthdays ahoy . . . 

most important being my mom's and 

my daughter's on Cinco de Mayo . . . 

sooooo fun!

When I was teaching in Mexico,

the teachers used to say, "What's

the point of teaching in May?!" I

get it! We just went from one 

celebration to the next. The kids

loved it!

I find myself pondering, what is

it I want out of May? I have come

to this gut wrenching revelation 

that we've only been existing thru

the past 20 or so months! It's high

time to rise and shine as my gram

used to say.

I want to be reborn with the warmth

of May. I want, nay need, to get out

and about. I look forward to seeing

people, eating together, reminiscing!

What's Mama Nature up to these

days. Me thinks a few long drives

will tell me.

Winter's finally over; Spring never

happened! And, I'm sooooo ready

for Summer. The plague may not

be done with us yet, but we're

finding ways of coping.

Let's get the hell out of Dodge!!!

may day holidays

dancing in moonlight awaits

celebrate live joy

05/01/2021 - May Day

I thought May would never come!

I waited and waited and the time

simply did NOT fly! I so welcome 

May. What are the names? May Day, 

Walpurgisnaht, Beltane! 

I must confess, I'm all about Beltane!

I love the historical background, the

tales out of school, the internationality, 

the celebrations, the spirituality involved!

So, what makes May Day, Beltane? In

reality, Beltane came hundreds of years

before May Day. In Pagan lore, Beltane

is a wondrous occasion commemorated

with total joy!

Circles of women, families and children

celebrate Beltane with music, dancing, 

festivities of every kind. It is the most 

glorious of all Pagan celebrations of 

antiquity.

I find myself wowed by the familial

connections, the likes and the loves 

shared on the occasion. Picnics, special 

foods, decor collected over the year prior. 

May poles of yesteryear, each one out

doing the previous.

Bottom line, we're talking joy, joy of the

ages, joy shared with the now! I like that!

'Tis a rare thing in this day and age, when

we share joy rather than the sorrows of

yesteryear!

Pray, celebrate the joys of Beltane; your

soul will be the better for it . . .

gift felicity

joy is what its all about

celebrate with me