Tomorrow is the summer solstice, a time when the veil between worlds is supposed to grow thin.
I’ve read plenty of stories of people wandering unintentionally into the realm of the Fair Folk, but fewer that tell of deliberate trespass or offer instructions on how to find and open any of the doors between worlds.
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It’s always hard to know what to celebrate on May Day bank holiday weekend. Should we be watching out for witches hastening through the dark on their broomsticks on Walpurgis night? Should we be lighting the beacons for Beltane? Crowning the Queen of the May? Or dancing round the Maypole in honour of the start of summer?
Or should we, perhaps, be celebrating International Workers’ Day?
Continue reading “May day (again)”
I wasn’t up early enough to bathe in the dew this May Day morning, but I did go for a walk later on. The hawthorn is just coming into bloom, so I had a look at what was happening in the hedgerows and elsewhere to celebrate the arrival of the May Queen.
Continue reading “for the May Queen”
Last week I complained that with all the different days that people celebrate, every day has to do multiple duty, meaning that each week has far more than seven days.
But it’s not just the days that fly by apace.
Continue reading “summertime blues”
Friday was World Sleep Day and Red Nose Day. Yesterday was the Vernal Equinox, the beginning of spring, International Happiness Day and Persian New Year. Today is Census Day and International Day of Forests.
That’s eight days in just 72 hours and doesn’t come close to naming all the high days and holy days that other people celebrate. It’s really no wonder I am exhausted.
Continue reading “day after day”