Beltane

Beltane Blessings fellow bloggers.  May the light of your fire always burn brightly.  ;)

I'm sorry I haven't posted for a couple of days.  With disgusterous weather coupled with hospital visits and work - there's not been an awful lot to blog about really. 

A very warm welcome to my new followers **waves manically** (ok - quickly forget about the manically bit - I don't want you running away again in fright!!)

Many thanks for your good wishes for my Dad, they were very much appreciated and passed on to him.  I'm very pleased to report that following the few hours of awfulness immediately after his operation, once the pain medication was sorted out he has made an amazing recovery and has mobilised really well.  So well, in fact, that he is being discharged today.  He was showing off yesterday, walking up and down the ward on his crutches.   Most of the time Sometimes Dad is a cantakerous old bugger very forthright and extremely strong willed.  Most of the time Sometimes he won't listen to reason and prefers to go his own way, whether that's right or wrong.  In spite of all that, I really do think that his strong will and determination has got him through this horrible episode and out the other side.  Bless him.  Good news indeed!

And now for a song.... well a poem anyways, in honour of Blessed Beltane and the 1st of May - as soggy as it may be.

"Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill."
-   Robert Frost, A Prayer for Spring

"The leaves are budding across the land
on the ash and oak and hawthorn trees.
Magic rises around us in the forest
and the hedges are filled with laughter and love.
Dear lady, we offer you a gift,
a gathering of flowers picked by our hands,
woven into the circle of endless life.
The bright colors of nature herself
blend together to honor you,
Queen of spring,
as we give you honor this day.
Spring is here and the land is fertile,
ready to offer up gifts in your name.
we pay you tribute, our lady,
daughter of the Fae,
and ask your blessing this Beltane."
-  Beltane Prayers 

Bright Blessings all.

xxxx