You don’t have to travel far or go somewhere spectacular to find the sacred. Willmore Park fulfilled all requirements for a sacred space for my last night of Bealtaine. (Technically it was over at sunset but as with Halloween, I do at least a week, usually ending with Mother’s Day.
And Mother’s Day, at least in this country, is what replaced
Bealtaine (like Halloween did Samhain). Children all the result of all that frolicking,
and the womb is “l’origine du monde.”
Anyhow, new moon and this song, plus bats overhead and lots
of water splashes as the chorus performed the choreography.
This is the sound of Bealtaine: mating calls in the moonlight.
