The fires of May

A vision. Fat happy women dance around the Maypole, then around a Beltane fire. We greet spring with flame and raise our hands to the Sky, then down to earth, circle with our hands to greet the air, spread them as we flow with water. Our softness rolls sweetly through the night wind and the wood smells. The woods are still cool, but warmth wells up from the fire. Tempting to think of toasting marshmallows later in summer.

And at the same time, we raise our fists in salute to the workers, both women and men, we honor on May 1st.