Beltane 2025
We finally made it back to dance the May Pole this year! And boy oh boy, we are so happy we did. Even though we are tired from our walk through the city, and our feet hurt from standing on dusty park ground for hours, it was a wonderful time.
I got to see so many people including Starr, who I haven’t seen in a few years, might be longer, I honestly don’t even remember at this point. Here she is in all her High Priestess glory:
We also got to meet some new people we might not have seen before, including a wonderful woman from Edgewater, and another feisty lady from The Bronx.
Here is Ana weaving her ribbon around the pole:
The ritual was beautiful and we had a wee nibble during cakes and ale. I was accidentally naughty and had a bit of wine mixed in with my grape juice. Shh, don’t tell my rheumatologist!
Prior to the dance, we made mini maypoles just like we did many years ago. Where we wrote our manifestations on a parchment and tied it around a stick with ribbons. Then, we jumped or stepped over the cauldron that represented the bonfire. I think Dino was a tad upset about not doing his wish right. Starr asked us to jump the fire which would cleanse us, and at the same time say our wish so it could manifest. Dino was worried that the fire cleansed his wish away. My poor boy. I assured him that he did it the right way, maybe he just hadn’t heard the instructions correctly.
I’ve placed our sticks on our altar and I’ll rearrange it tomorrow when I’m not so tired. Now on to the bizarre, only in New York part of the story:
Unfortunately we had one individual act like a complete and utter fool, who palpably brought down the energy. This guy stunk to high hell of alcohol and BO as if he hadn’t seen a shower in weeks. What weirded me out the most was his style, it was straight out of a casting call for grungy strung out punks of the East Village circa 1990. He and this bald headed woman in a prairie dress (seriously I can’t make this shit up) joined during the cakes and ale and got upset when he wasn’t offered wine. They left and he came back with a massive bottle of booze and said something about starting his own party. What a fucking schmuck.
Once he was gone we continued to chat and eat and finally say our goodbyes to everyone. The energy of the circle returned to its previous non weirdo visitor level. It’s amazing how one individual out of about 30 people can alter the vibes. Glad I always wear black tourmaline!
Needles to say, my babies and I have taken showers and washed our hair, twice because of that dude. Now I get to write this and listen to the rain and thunderstorm. Hopefully tomorrow won’t be so dusty, hot and sticky!
Blessed Beltane!
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