Happy Beltane

I always feel lighter and more tranquil on Beltane, anyway. More connected, obviously, with the elements and the universe. So, yes. Blessed Beltane, blessed yay of god and goddess sex (I'd ask them to get a room, but well, everywhere is their room).
This is one of my favorite pagan holidays.

like the flower petals

I'm angry at my body.
I love my brain.
I'm angry at my mind.
I love my self.

I love my husband so much I want to cry right now. He's so much of everything. My first love, because if I'd had any other loves before him, they would have ended, and I might have shattered. But no, it was him. It's always been him. This month is when our wedding anniversary occurs. The 22nd. He still has the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen.
The dreams that started when I was sixteen are still happening, you know. It's always been him.

It's Beltane. The gates are open, just like Samhain. I'm ready to fall into my brain's spiritual side completely right now. It's a place between worlds. I am grateful. I wrote one of the end scenes for the novel, in a separate file, for my Beltane sacrifice ritual. And then I erased it and burned it into my brain.

"Make a sacrifice. This is a really good time to do this while specifically thinking of what you want to 'harvest' in the future. If you are an artist or poet you might ritually burn one of your works (remember that it can never be seen or heard by humans again) while asking for the inspiration to create more for instance."
http://www.jaguarmoon.org/public/Wheel/Beltaine/Fire.html
http://www.applewarrior.com/celticwell/ejournal/beltane/