I loved the sprigs on birch branches, the essence of Berkana- renewal, rebirth, the healing energy of mother nature. I specifically loved how this essay is about nothing and still about everything that you are beholding - all the activities of summer all at once 💜
Bealtaine blessings to you, Freya! For two years, I've been going to a women's circle on a local beach (I live in Ireland), to mark the various festivals of the Celtic Wheel of the Year. On Sunday, for our Bealtaine circle, we'll be sending wishes and intentions on the smoke of our fire.
So grateful for all this. Those beautiful gems of budding leaves always call to mind that line from ‘O Holy Night’, “A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices” 🌿
This gave me so much joy today! I love the birds singing, the precious green leaves, and the smoke wishes (and everything else, too!)!!!😍 I always feel much more hopeful after reading your newsletter, Freya, and I am so thankful for you 🙏🏻❤️
Bald eagles know Beltane. May 1 is the day a local Iake is stocked with trout. The bald eagles will be waiting for the truck. They can also read tide tables. When there's a blowout low tide, sand lance burrows dry out and the fish emerge looking for water. Bald eagles come from all around, waiting in the trees for the tide to go out so they can eat those fish like popcorn.
The Aos sí are so interesting to me. It seems that they defy definition. With so much in the world being broken down and identified, it’s fun to have a tradition of the unexplainable.
This is such a gorgeous hymn to spring in the north, Freya! I loved it.
I hadn't heard of the Aos sí before. I love that they are (according to the link you gave) also known as Aingil Anúabhair: "Proud angels".
thanks so much Jeffrey—that’s so nice to hear. 💜
I loved the sprigs on birch branches, the essence of Berkana- renewal, rebirth, the healing energy of mother nature. I specifically loved how this essay is about nothing and still about everything that you are beholding - all the activities of summer all at once 💜
The birches--how could I forget they are Berkana, how much I love that. 🍃💜
Bealtaine blessings to you, Freya! For two years, I've been going to a women's circle on a local beach (I live in Ireland), to mark the various festivals of the Celtic Wheel of the Year. On Sunday, for our Bealtaine circle, we'll be sending wishes and intentions on the smoke of our fire.
I love this so much Annette--happy Bealtaine to you and your women's circle. 🔥
So grateful for all this. Those beautiful gems of budding leaves always call to mind that line from ‘O Holy Night’, “A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices” 🌿
Thanks so much Chloe--that line hits exactly right, doesn't it. 💜
This gave me so much joy today! I love the birds singing, the precious green leaves, and the smoke wishes (and everything else, too!)!!!😍 I always feel much more hopeful after reading your newsletter, Freya, and I am so thankful for you 🙏🏻❤️
Roxy you are so kind and love that it brought you joy--thankful for readers like you! 💜
Love the bird song! What a lovely idea to include that. Happy Beltane!
They have been so chatty, and I love that the air is filled with their calls now. 💜
Bald eagles know Beltane. May 1 is the day a local Iake is stocked with trout. The bald eagles will be waiting for the truck. They can also read tide tables. When there's a blowout low tide, sand lance burrows dry out and the fish emerge looking for water. Bald eagles come from all around, waiting in the trees for the tide to go out so they can eat those fish like popcorn.
I love that the eagles know Beltane, and are awaiting their feast. 💜
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Did not know about the Celtic understanding of day beginning the dusk prior!
All life begins in the dark – of the soil, of the womb, of winter, etc. Hence the Celtic New Year begins at Samhain/Halloween, all hallows' eve.
Ah, I see. Thanks for this!
The Aos sí are so interesting to me. It seems that they defy definition. With so much in the world being broken down and identified, it’s fun to have a tradition of the unexplainable.
Totally agree--I find myself clinging more and more to what remains a mystery in this world.