The Great Wheel turns again! Today, May 1st, marks the midway point between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice. It is the peak of Spring, where we celebrate the longer days, warmer nights, and the blooming of flowers.
It’s a holiday with, as it turns out, a bit of a complex background. Like the Easter bunny doesn’t fit with the Christian celebration of Easter (but it does with the New Age Ostara festival), there are two elements of Beltane that seem to conflict: Fire and Flowers.
So where do they come from? And why are they celebrated together? More importantly, how can I include them both in a way that is both honoring the day and makes me feel a little better during this crazy time in human history?
Continue reading Beltane 2020: From the Flames, Flowers will Bloom
I want to explain this one first, because it needs a little explanation. If you are new to this blog, you may not know that I am adopted. Though of Native American descent, my adoptive status leaves me with no official tribal affiliation. As such, since my grandmother worked with multiple tribal peoples in her time, she has amassed quite the collection from multiple tribes as part of my legacy.
Recently, I got into an argument with a friend who I assume thought I was being racist. it has seemingly ended our friendship. I could not get her to understand that I do not see a need to differentiate by race. Her response to me was that I basically had no right to even speak as I was not the race in question. But you see, very few recognize me as the race I am. I am truly tribeless, raceless, racially ambiguous, exotic. I lack definition and am therefor discriminated against by bigots of ALL races, even my own because I lack paperwork to prove my heritage.
My intent was to write a poem in honor of Earth Day, and instead, my muse sent me this. It must have still been on my mind. I hope it makes a difference to someone, perhaps someone like me, who thinks they are alone because they don’t quite fit in.
I am tribeless, and I embrace all tribes, all people, because of it.
Continue reading I am Tribeless (Original Poem)
The wind wanders through the trees
like waves crashing upon the shore
of my heart.
Mingled amongst the
I hear the songs of
clinging to the chirp
of winged heralds
who do not see me,
nor know for whom their
messages are meant. Continue reading Forest of Possibilities (Original Poem)
Today was a rough day for me a bit. I’m the only daughter, and the oldest, yet it’s my significantly younger brothers who are both in fairly solid committed relationships. Now, anyone who knows me knows I do not NEED a man to feel whole. I’ve never been one of those girls, but at the same time, the holidays are rough for us single ladies.
I mean, seriously, have you seen the advertisements they show at this time of year?
Come on! Why don’t you just tell me that I’m going to die a lonely spinster already! Jeesh!
Continue reading Nature is the best anti-depressant.