The first of May – called Beltane in the Celtic tradition - is the first kiss of summer. On the medicine wheel, we pass into the direction South – the direction of fullness and delight, of revelry and sensuality. The Celtic shamanic tradition exuberantly embraces what I call the sensuous divine. Let the well-dressed Sunday sinners sing for mercy from the judging father. We caress the drum with warm hands. The frame drum is the Divine Vulva and the drumstick (or the hand) is the lover who sets her vibrating with the thrill of living in this body, in this earthly life. Erotic energy is bursting out everywhere around us now as that master lover, the sun, caresses his beloved, the beautiful earth, and she cannot help but sigh in delight. The radiant new leaves, the cerulean skies, the first blooms on the crabapples, forsythia, and magnolia, the sparkles on the water, the bird songs – these are all her sighs and moans of delight. What happens in nature happens in us, so I encourage you to let the sun caress you, and the breeze run its fingers across your skin. Behold the emerald leaves emerging and the flittering twitters of the birds. Let your new leaves unfold like a sigh, and let yourself moan in delight along with the earth. You want to change the world? Begin moaning out loud at this sensuous earth unfolding around you – at the lake, on the sidewalk, in parking lot. Yes, try it. Wahoo.
The Song the Sun Sings On the First Of May
Now, Love, at last I come
In fullness rising over you.
Let there be new trembling under the cold-hardened earth
at the light play of my fingers
And sighing in the valleys.
Let there be the song of unfolding within your hidden petals
At the caress of my warm breath
And undulations in the warming estuaries.
Let the winged ones return to sing
among your greening branches.
Let there be heard swirling
Up to the joyous stars
and over the newborn land
Your aching, fiery song of