Maebius Musing

In Everthorn did Maebius
A stately fire-bon decree
With ribbons round a maypole ran
Young girls, some women and their man
Down trunk of sacred tree.
So then his patch of fertile ground
With labyrinth was girded round:
And there the gardens bright with wildcraft frills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing weed;
and spirits ancient as the hills,
Dancing the sunny spots of greenery-d.

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Ok, forgive the poem. I was…inspired…last night. (not quite in the way the original was inspired, mind you, but still )

This weekend, we had planned a lovely bonfire and maypole party. The wife got horridly ill (possibly food poisoning?) and thus we spent the day inside sleeping or watching TV. So we made due with what we could accomplish in light of the situation.

In the evening, we got all our starter-seeds planted and hung a grow-light from the ceiling above the counter. This should prevent our little sprouts from straining too tall in search of the sun, which tends to happen each year. (insert picture here)

The sprogling and I made salad entirely from yard clippings, with him learning the tastiness of garlic-mustard (Alliaria petiolata) and realizing that our mint patch has finally grown enough to pick. (If given the opportunity, he will sit in the yard and eat mint for a good hour)

The garden-proper has been tilled again, and ready for planting this week when the rains stop. The outdoor chicken enclosure is within an hour of being completed (once I get adult assistance to hold the fence while I hammer posts, etc). And, the side yard labyrinth will start being outlined with wheelbarrow-loads of black composted pony-droppings. All in all, a good weekend’s progress, considering.

I did manage to spend a little time out by the maypole, meditating, circle casting, and inviting the spirits of the land to stop by and play if they wanted. I discovered that our ‘Grandma elder” was very very unhappy, with a small bushy plant that was starting to grow right beside her trunk. Trimmed that, and was quite surprised at the literal emotional imagery that smacked me in the head with that message. Usually plants and nature spirits are more a general faint feeling, not so much a “Hey, you whippersnapper, get over here!” complete with almost-vision of creamy-white-haired crone with berry-stained hands and knobby knees. Yet there she was: Grandma elderberry.

Got it, I’ll trim the weeds!

More musings on spirits and such for tomorrow’s New Moon Muse. Stay tuned, and Happy MayDay!

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Seems the Spring and summer faeries have visited my blog recently, as things were all strangely formatted and the last post (or two) is somehow missing. If you came here looking to comment on a posting made this week, I can’t find it……. Lets do the Time Warp Again!

/dances with a jump to the left, and then a step to the right….

Otherwise, Beltaine evening this year was one of the more subdued, and yet more fun ones from recent memory. We didn’t actually do anything specifically festival-related other than work outside to trim trees, gather wood for the up-coming bonfire, and make a mental list of things to pick up for the party.

However, we worked outside, cleaned up the garden, got ready to plant this weekend, and generally ENJOYED the evening. Lately, we’ve been too busy to really talk, but we chatted while piling branches. We smiled and flirted, we ate dinner and played “Super Mario Galaxy” as a family when it got dark outside. We had some serious FUN chasing our masked “Walken” around the house. We felt young, vibrant, and in love.
All in all, we did bring up spring topics, and gardening, and I received only a joking “The Look” when I mentioned the traditional Greening of the Fields.

The ritual might not have been there in any depth, but the spirit of the holiday was felt much more deeply. It’s now deep into the Springtime.

Happy Beltaine!

((Further updates on the festivities after the ‘official’ Beltaine party this weekend….Varulv’s even bringing a new friend for us to meet ))

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Not much to report on, regarding deep philosophical musings, since lately we have been busy cleaning up around the yard, getting fences fixed, gardens tilled, and such. (Yes, I’ve said that the past three blog updates, but it’s a long drawn out process since we only have about an hour from when I get home from work, eat, and then need to put the young one to bed)

In relation to food, this article is related to this grocery-themed posting…for better or worse muses later.

Also, I took this new moon time to reflect on organization of the blog (and thus spent a good 2 hours re-catagorizing things and cleaning up some typos and database entries that were redundant). Spring cleaning, virtual, physical, and spiritual! Triune clean!
/poses like Link gaining a fragment of Tri-force…
However, I did have a little outdoor meditation, where I tried to re-attune to our land, get a sense of what needed fixed up, cleared, built, or otherwise mindfully noticed around the property. Mostly, in relation to the more permanent labyrinth that is being constructed in the side yard (initial image seen from space here, taken a few years ago.

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