Today, May Day, is traditionally celebrated as a pagan holiday, one of the four annual cross-quarter days, this one (in the northern hemisphere) half-way between Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice.
The juices of nature’s fertility rise up and take over, magnetizing the mingling of male and female energies in recreation and procreation.
Hmmm . . . is that happening this year? Or will young lovers intermingle with their masks on, signaling compliance, submission, obedience.
More: I seem to remember, as a kid, May Day baskets of flowers, as well as dancing around the maypole, as shown here:
That is May Day.
But what is mayday? Or better: “Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!”
The juxtaposition between this annual sap rising, or even I should say, kundalini rising, and the continuing long-term emergency “distress” signal pulsed out by the masked ones feels both palpable and implosive. Hopefully, those who allow themselves to inhabit the fiery/fertile energies of Earth as she catalyzes the warming Sun’s rays to snap latent energies into full on expression, can influence/inspire/connect/commune with the muffled masked ones in ways that nudge them to release F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real). Yes, let us allow in and align with the primal, Plutonian life force in a rebirth of the LOVE that fills and fuels us all as we hold hands and dance our way to (permacultural) paradise around our dear Mother Earth.