Rising on the last morning of Bealtaine and looking out the window of the lodge to be greeted by mist and sunshine.
The heat of yesterday rose in a mist over the valley and mountains beyond.
Rising towards Midsummer is a most magical time in the west of Ireland.
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.
The fire is lit exactly at sunset on the eve of the solstice and celebrations continue until sunset on the solstice itself.
The sense of abundance is quite tangible and visible at this time, helping to create a celebratory atmosphere.
Midsummer was seen as a time when the veil between this world and the next was thin, and when the spirit of the land itself held sway.
This is encapsulated in Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
This year I shall be lighting the Midsummer fire with wood cut around the time of Midwinter, in honour of my Mother.
It is a time for gathering and spending time together and a celebration I look forward to…
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 promise of a good harvest holds firm as the beautiful weather continues.
Here is one of my favourite quotes by Carole Carlton…
“The festival of the summer solstice speaks of love and light, of freedom and generosity of spirit.
It is a beautiful time of year where vibrant flowers whisper to us with scented breath,
forests and woodlands hang heavy in the summer’s heat and our souls become enchanted with midsummer magic.”
For magical crystals…
For Bealtaine Cottage Good Life…
Walking around by the front of the cottage this evening at 10pm, I noticed there was quite a lot of activity even at this hour from the Bees…lots os work being carried out by them as they pollinated the Wild Roses, Rosa Canina, or The Dog Rose.
I went back indoors and fetched the video camera, so you can have a look too!
It’s quite late as I upload this blog and video, but it’s so worth sharing, especially as the rain has poured down all day and everything looked a bit miserable.
(Rosa Canina, above)
It’s a fine soft evening here in the West of Ireland.
I’m hoping to continue working on the raised bed tomorrow, but I shall see what the day brings.
The ascent towards the Summer Solstice is well under way and there is hardly any darkness here in the West…the birds sing late into the night and are singing as I wake, even if that is really early!
This is a joyous time of year, it really is!
This evening’s video…enjoy!