As we approach the astronomical midpoint between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice (on 7th November this year), we see the signs of Life burgeoning all around us.
Here, South of the Equator, the trees are almost all fully-leafed.
The thunderstorms of the Summer are in full swing on the Highveld.
In my garden, roses are scrabbling at the walls and cascading over the wooden patio frame – white, red, orange and purple – glorious in their profusion and heavenly in their scent.
Honeysuckle has regrown from being viciously cut back last Winter and is now blooming, too, on the North of the ritual space outdoors.
Grass has to be cut once a week, so fast its growth is now.
Everything sings, hollers and shouts of Life: growing, blossoming, increasing. Life yelling unto Life “I’m here!” under a bright, hot, Southern African sun.
Listen to the local energies. They are speaking to you of the upswing of the pendulum, the cresting of the seasonal sine wave. The Summer coming in all its glory.
So tell me – among all this Life, all this growth, all this increase – why in the nether hells would you celebrate the Day of the Dead?
Merry, lusty Beltane everybody South of the Equator.
And Blessed Samahin to you Northern lot!
Pic: Spheres of Light