Why am I drawn so much to these ancient festivals of life. I don’t know. But I do know I love the ritual, the symbolic marking of a change in the seasons. I feel it in my bones, which im getting in touch with much more these days. I feel in my heart. The suns rising and gradually turning up the heat for the summer, turning up the heat in the land in the trees in the birds and the bees in the oceans and hills heightened pleasure and thrills. Some say the celts as part of their bealtaine rituals celebrated this new fertility by making love in the fields to bless the fertility of the land. Sex becomes a prayer for a good harvest. That’s what I call living life to the full.
image: ‘Ayahuasca Visionary Art’ by Howard G Charging, flickr.com