Rising on the last morning of Bealtaine and looking out the window of the lodge to be greeted by mist and sunshine.
Between the rain and the sun, the jigs and the reels, the land has grown a mantle of green.
Festivals are held in every village as birds, from thousands of mile away, fly low over the feeding grounds of this small island. Midsummer customs prevail in much of Europe and certainly here in Ireland, where the traditional bonfire is part of the celebration.
This is encapsulated in Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
As I walked I the gardens this morning, there arose a great sense of peace and harmony, again something which seems to be released from the very Earth herself each year, at this time of ascension to Midsummer.
“The festival of the summer solstice speaks of love and light, of freedom and generosity of spirit.
forests and woodlands hang heavy in the summer’s heat and our souls become enchanted with midsummer magic.”