The Pleiades star cluster rises just before sunrise on the morning horizon.
Celebration includes frolicking throughout the countryside, maypole dancing, leaping over fires to ensure fertility, circling the fire three times (sun-wise) for good luck in the coming year, athletic tournaments feasting, music, drinking, children collecting the May: gathering flowers. children gathering flowers, hobby horses, May birching and folks go a maying".
Beltane, like Samhain, is a time of "no time" when the veils between the two worlds are at their thinnest. No time is when the two worlds intermingle and unite and the magic abounds! It is the time when the Faeries return from their winter respite, carefree and full of faery mischief and faery delight.
Beltane is about honoring Life. It is the time when the sun is fully released from his bondage of winter and able to rule over summer and life once again.
Celebration includes frolicking throughout the countryside, maypole dancing, leaping over fires to ensure fertility, circling the fire to start.
Lyn, Sharon and Mary check their cloaks. Earlier they fought over the mirror as again as they primped for the evening. All of them dressed in long Gothic dresses. Over their dresses they each drape lovely velvet capes on their shoulders. One trying to outdo the other they each primp to look beautiful. Checking every angle Lyn touches the bold color on her lips, "ahhh perfection!" She declares.
Sharon slaps Lyns, hand as she reaches for her lipstick.
"Ouch, why'd you do that?"
Sharon declares. "You always use my lipstick and every time you close the top before you turn the lipstick down. That's my third one this week!" While Lyn and Sharon are discussing the lipstick Mary slickly applies some of the object. Smacks her lips together and says, "Come on let's go, you two are gonna make us late,"
Sharon knows something happened. "Hey you too Mary, stop using my lipstick it you'll ruin how it conforms to my shapely lips." Under her breath Lyn whispers, "Yeah, people can see them flapping better." "What?" Sharon jumps in.
"Nothing, let's get going."Mary urges them.
Oliver appears at the door dressed in his own velvet cape, he drops his hood and scowls. But he looks mighty good in his own Gothic garb.
"Ahem, Ladies?" Swiftly Lyn races in her size 14s, Sharon, shakes her booty, and Mary's holds her hooters, as they make a run for the woods. The clearing is in readiness as they approach. Celebrators wait patiently for the evening to start.
The Beltane fire lights up the evening sky as the Celebration begins! Tarot Cards, Scrying bowls, Pendulums, Rhune stones, crystals, magic wands, staffs, Cauldrons, and drums are everywhere in town. Before the Beltane fires die down everyone will take a piece of wood to light their home hearths.
Wiccans of all ages dance and mingle. The evening's festivities are only a precursor to the mornings celebrations. The fir Maypole stands ready and decorated for the circling that will ensure that spring brings new life to the world.
Wonderful fruits of all types fill the tables. Marigold custard, herbal salads, fresh vegetables, fruit tarts, Beltane cakes, honey and yogurt, tempt the revelers. A huge angel food cake is decorated and frosted for the occasion. Vanilla ice cream for everyone!
Sharon's ready to roll. The food is ready. All varieties of fruit, marigold custard, fruit pastries, herbal salads, lots of green things, Vanilla Ice Cream, and wonderful Beltane cakes line the tables.Beef ribs drip juices over cooking fires while spicy sauces wait to coat them.
"We look pretty good don't we ladies?" Lyn twirls in her long flowing robe.
"The food is fabulous Oliver, as usual." Mary pats him on the back. While she places a Do Kiss Me sign there, Sharon and Lyn chuckle. "He deserves that!" Sharon tries not to laugh.
"Boss?" One of Oliver's eyebrows raises.
"Look It's the carriage of the faery Queen, the beautiful maiden of the Isle of Mighty, and it's magnificent! Look it's Traci!"
Gracefully Traci steps down from the luminous carriage and before she knows it, it vanishes.
She turns to take Oliver's offered hand and walks to the clearing in the mystical woods as she embraces her fellow Wiccan's. Radiant in a brilliant white floor length dress. The material shimmers as she removes her cloak and approaches the hostesses. She waves and smiles while she takes the hand of many of her teenage Wiccan friends.
"Hello," Traci says. in a sultry voice. She turns to the gathering and raises her hand for silence.
"Welcome one and all to Beltane!" She smiles. "We have everything we need to celebrate. As soon as dawn arrives you couples will all return to celebrate with us. Let the festivities begin!"
The crowd roars and Traci waves to everyone.
She turns to the hostesses as they stand tall and ready for the magic to begin. "Thank you for all you have done, you all look so lovely." They gush with pleasure at her compliment. Sharon calls Oliver who turns and kisses Traci on both cheeks. Having seen the sign on his back, she grabs him an kisses him until his eyes glaze over. Mary snickers and claps her hands, her sign works!
As Traci faces dawn the clearing is suddenly bathed in beautiful white flowers.
It's Magic!! White Wiccan Magic!
The hostesses of the AR&T welcome Traci and wish her the best. Today's question is:
If you could have a magical power, what would it be and why?
Rhiannon’s scalp tingled as she practically melted beneath the hot lights on the Crystal Lake gymnasium stage. Her English teacher insisted they get community service credits, whether they wanted them or not.
Dressed like Little Bo Beep, her red hair twisted in tight ringlets—more Orphan Annie than Bo Peep, in her humble, unheard opinion—Rhee cringed. Her best friends in Las Vegas would die laughing at the photos of Rhee in pantaloons and a huge white apron that would never make the fashion guide in CosmoGirl.
“Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool…”
Rhee rolled her eyes as Corey, dressed just as ridiculously as she was, sang his heart out. Unfortunately, even that slight movement was enough to make her large white mobcap fall down over her forehead, blinding her just when she needed to take a few steps forward.
Shoving it back with the hand that held her crooked staff, she bonked herself in the eye and warbled, “Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.” She knew what the crowd was thinking even without reading their collective minds. Don’t quit your day job. The snickering in the gym did nothing for her self-confidence.
Jared, in a rich farmer’s costume, took her by the elbow and stopped her from falling off the stage.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
The past four months, even though they’d broken up in December, had been filled with flirtatious looks, lots of hot eye contact and a few moments of almost picking up the phone to call. They’d even started “accidentally” meeting at the clearing on Sundays. She’d been tempted to do a love spell…thank the Goddess she’d talked herself out of that très bad idea.
Janet, Jared’s twin, pranced out on the stage in a fabulous dairymaid costume. Rhee grudgingly noticed that Janet sang beautifully and danced like a professional. Was there anything that Janet couldn’t do?
Looking down, Rhee saw the pink ribbons on Janet’s left slipper slide free. Janet, en pointe, twirled and the satin ribbon trailed behind like a pink tripwire. Jared stood next to her, unaware that his sister was in danger of slipping and breaking her slender neck, or at least spraining an ankle. Rhee had a split second to make a decision—let Janet fall and enjoy the brief seconds of her nemesis’s humiliation, or do the right thing and somehow save her from the embarrassment.
If she was a good person, Rhee told herself, she wouldn’t have to even think about doing the right thing.
Janet whirled and dipped and the ribbon tangled beneath the slippery sole of her ballet slipper. Her voice quavered as she realized the problem.
Rhee concentrated on the bale of hay next to where the blond star stumbled, facing the audience while psychically inching the soft hay so that at least when Janet fell, she’d land on something besides the worn wooden floor.
Janet’s feet went up in the air, she was cut off mid-note and it brought the house down.
As many of you may know, our beloved sister hostess SHARON DONOVAN, tragically passed away on 11th April 2012. We who knew her, loved her, and were inspired by her courage and determination to face head on whatever life threw at her. When she could no longer see to paint she turned to writing and showed her amazing talent in the Inspirational Romance and Romantic Suspense genres, and her story 'Charade Of Hearts' was awarded the coveted Predators and Editors Award in January 2011.This Blog was a source of great delight to her, she was one of the founder hostesses and she contributed to the fun and silliness in her own original way, and was kind enough to let her unique creation, the hunky butler 'Oliver' join us for our Friday romp and prepare 'virtual breakfast' for the guests on the following morning. It's beyond hard to have to go on without her, but we know that she would have been the first to insist that 'the show must go on.' She is, and will always be with us in spirit.Sharon, dear friend, we will never forget you.
The Author Roast and Toast is part of the legacy you left us. Let's raise a Toast to you as well as all our guests.
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