Mayday Blessings

Understanding the familiar refrain: Hooray, hooray the first of May, outdoor screwing begins today! Is just one way that we can begin to understand the depth of excitement that Spring brings. Dancing the Maypole, frolicking newborns of virtually every species and the first flush of flowers and greenery are transforming the landscape as well as all that lives upon it.

We saw some beautiful trees budding yesterday that rivaled the peak colors of fall in their beauty, not that they were brighter or more colorful, but because our eyes have seen so much white and beige, their subtle pastel reds and purples mixed with the greys and blacks of the tree trunks holds the promise of the coming growing People living before refrigeration, back when food had not yet been canned or kept under reliable refrigeration or when even keeping dry food safely sequestered from rodents, this was the time of year that pottage (later that word transformed to porridge)alone could feed the people. When we see the reality that the Spring bud time signaled an end to the starving times, and the flush of life and return to health was even more worthy of celebration, perhaps, than today.

I believe the opposite. The depths of winter that we are coming out of has been an epoch of hard times and deprivation. The civilization of the plant has been extorted, oppressed, enslaved and colonized by an ultra-elite crowd. Power and control will not make them show their hand, nor will violence or lashing out. These are all things that they are expert at and their resources to bring overwhelming force to the table comes from their nearly infinite wealth. The blessing that I confer to you this Mayday is to be aware of the fact that our revolution is not being televised. There is a rebirth underway that has been five hundred, no; over one thousand winters in the making. However we are in the quickening phase of our enlightenment.