May Day – Calan Mae – Beltane.

May Day is traditionally celebrated when the May blossom appears on the Hawthorn trees.

Hawthorn is an important tree spiritually – surrounded by myth and legend. Oak, Ash and Hawthorn are the three sacred celtic trees. The most famous Hawthorn in Britain is the Glastonbury Thorn. Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea arrived in Glastonbury bearing vessels containing the blood and sweat of Christ. He thrust his hawthorn staff into the ground where it took root and flowered. It flowers in May and on Christmas Day.

Stories abound of fairies and spirits dwelling in Hawthorn trees. To damage a Hawthorn could well bring retribution from them. In pagan times, priestesses planted sacred groves of Hawthorn. The great Witch / Goddess Nimue vanquished Merlin by capturing him in a Hawthorn bush. Many churches in Britain were built in existing ancient sacred enclosures. Even Westminster Abbey is built on a site that was once called Thorny Island.

As children we used to eat the new leaves and call them bread and cheese. We also gathered the oddly scented blossom but we were not allowed to take it into our homes – being told that to do so would herald sickness and death.

It has been said that at Beltane, Witches are able to turn themselves into Hawthorn trees. A hawthorn tree will protect the home from lightning strikes. It is a fertility symbol and is dedicated to Brigid. The leaves in a bed can also promote chastity.

I choose to focus my Beltane celebrations on the large Hawthorn tree in my garden. If she is not flowering on the first of May (she rarely is!) then I wait until she is ready. I tie ribbons in her branches and light candles and sweet incense beneath her. She guides my meditation and brings me joy.

scenes for a marriage ….. sven and lena, part 1

Safety helmet, very sensible!!


Sven was having an affair with his secretary. One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon. Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM.
Sven hurriedly dressed and told his mistress to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.
He put on his shoes and drove home.
– Where have you been? Lena asked demanded.
– I can’t lie to you,’ Sven replied
– I’m having an affair with my secretary and we had sex all afternoon.’
Lena looked down at his shoes and said:
-You lying bastard! You’ve been playing golf!’

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Choice is All-Important!



Darkness (Photo credit: Roberto F.)

Imagine the All, the entire universe in its physical and spiritual form as a place or time, if you will, where every single conceivable notion, construct or idea is possible, but also its complete opposite, because the All is a universe where there is a place for all possibilities.

For us humans, what is important is IN which possibility we want to live, for that defines our being! If we choose to live IN love, then we become a part of love and… vice versa, if we choose to live IN-differently, then we become a part of indifference. That is the choice that each of us has and will have to live with.

The ONLY thing that is real is change, all the rest is transitory. In this respect, there is never a beginning or an end. For a beginning or an end only makes sense if we take something out of its context and do not look at the whole, the All.

What is time? Where is the zero-point? There is none! Maybe time exists as an ellipse or maybe not, because none of us has any real conception of it. Assigning units like seconds or hours to it only makes sense when we look at it as a linear power, but is it just or only that. Could it not be more? There could be different timelines running parallel or others running in the opposite direction and why not diagonally? Anything is possible!

The now is always a choice that defines in which direction our future will go. What if the only thing keeping our physical self back from going anywhere, anytime is the prison of our Ego? If we break through the walls of our Ego, we become part of the Light(or the Darkness, depending on an earlier choice!) and can travel anywhere and be (a part of) anything…?

Furthermore, if our body is the vessel and we can succeed in breaking through the walls of our Ego, could we choose to be a part of another vessel? Is this what the Native Americans talk about when they mind-meld with their totem animal? Could this explain astral voyages?

These are more jumbled up random thoughts from Ralphie. Do any of them feel right to you? They seem to raise more questions than they answer, but maybe answers are not important and the Quest is all!???


Some Doubtful Certainties.

Doubtful Hope, oil painting by British artist ...

Doubtful Hope, oil painting by British artist Frank Holl (1875) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • The naughty nature of my early years was exhausting, but well worth the effort!
  • My formative years were largely a waste of time. I’m trying to forget them!
  • Rules and regulations: the obstruction of the natural flow of life, to the enjoyment of none, for the benefit of the few!
  • Law: that necessary stuff to keep the poor in check!
  • Hypocrisy: that unstoppable urge to tell others not to imitate oneself.
  • Righteousness: that blissful certainty that others are always in the wrong.
  • Doubt: that happy time before you take the wrong decision.
  • Envy: when you have a good thing, but wish that others should have nothing!
  • Irony: that glorious satisfaction you get, when a good plan comes together.
  • Hope: happy memories of the future.
  • Sarcasm: another way of saying “I told you so!”
  • Idleness: should be well planned out and preferably witnessed by others, who are extremely busy!
  • Diplomacy: that blablah before an inevitable brawl!
  • Chess: an intellectual’s attempt at machismo.
  • A nincompoop: anyone who thinks their doodoohs are funny.
  • Advice: to want to deny others the pleasure of making their own mistakes!
  • I did not say it – You can quote me on that!

Much Ado Over Trifles?

Illustration from English Caricaturists and Gr...

Illustration from English Caricaturists and Graphic Humourists of the Nineteenth Century, by William Rodgers Richardson (writing as Graham Everitt) :Engraving by Robert Cruikshank :Captioned "With her flames and darts, and apple tarts, her ices, trifles, cherry-brandy, O, she knew not which to choose, for she thought them both the Dandy" :From The Universal Songster (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Searing bright endearing light

enraptures me with glee.

That nothingness could be so right

is a paradox to me!


Dissolving of the Ego’s spell

has made me see at last.

To think that it works so well,

this indifference to my past.


Unity with the source of life

absolves me from my sins

and delivers me from strife, it does.

That goofy Guy Upstairs just grins!

Time for the Children of the Light to Embrace their Destiny!

Druids from all ages, I summon thee!

The tree of life is in need of our attention.

Virgins, Mothers, Crones, harken!

For the midnight hour is upon us.


Children of the Vales, Wanderers of the Forests,

twilight Wraiths and Leprechauns, arise!

Lords of Light and Elements of Water,

your songs are needed, come hither!


Time-old Bear and Lion King,

the final battle is in sight.

Beaver architect and patient Turtle

you skills will be of value.


The time for waiting has ended,

spiritual change is here to stay.

Let us welcome this precipitous end,

for it signifies a new beginning!


The indifferent shall quiver in their boots,

the hard-of-heart shall shake like leaves.

To take no action is the ultimate crime!

What was written long ago shall come to pass.


Unleash the might of your caring,

show the steel of your resolve!

Onwards and upwards, spread the Light!

Put Darkness in its proper place, begone!


Force of Wind and Spirit of Fire,

help us, for the times are dire.

May the blind see and the deaf hear…

The dawn of mankind’s awakening is here at last!


Stand Prepared…


Held Hostage

I’d come to your rescue, but I would only end up joining you!

The Square Flea

Hello everyone, Ann Archie is currently unavailable because she has been kidnapped by something called Procrastination.

We -her highly trained secret service body guard SEALs Batman Bear team – are working hard to bring her back. Please refrain from crying loudly, we are doing the best we can.

Since anyone can fall victim to procrastination and since many of you probably don’t have highly trained Batman Bear body guards we came up with a list of helpful stuff to help you help yourself.

How to NOT be a victim of Procrastination:


And remember, only you can prevent forest fires.

Challenge status (what’s this about?):Day 10

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7 Year old getting Married – Nepali Joke.

Susie Carmichael

Susie Carmichael (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

*** Little Bobby (seven) was in love with Little Susie (same age) who lived next door. One day, Bobby went to Susie’s dad and announced (as seriously as he could), “I’m in love with Susie, and we’re getting married”. Amused, Susie’s dad started asking questions (in the hopes to discourage the idea). Susie’ dad: “Where will you live?” Bobby: “Well, Susie has a playhouse in the back yard, so we’re gonna live there.” Susie’s dad: “How are you going to make money to support her?” Bobby: “Well, Susie gets 75 cents a week, and I get .25 a week.” “That should be more than enough!” Seeing that Bobby was still serious, Susie’s dad asked, “Well, what about children?” Bobby perked up and quickly answered, “Oh, we have that figured out already. Whenever Susie lays an egg, I’m gonna stomp on it!”

This comes from, in honor of the new Nepali visitors to our site. Welcome!


This little kitten was discovered in an old lawn building that belongs to one of my childhood friends. He was found in a cold dark corner alone, his nose was  raw from rooting in the dirt, his eyes were still tightly fused, his umbilical cord was still attached, he was clearly a new born, he was hungry, and he  had obviously been there for a while, but, he was alive.

I happened to call this old friend about two minutes after the kitten was discovered, at the very instant that she was reaching for the phone to call me, they do not enjoy cats (to say the least!)

We have been known to occasionally bottle feed orphan puppies and kittens at our little family pet rescue that we have here in our home in honor of our precious daughter Emmy’s life work and generous, constant dedication to animal welfare volunteerism. Emmy passed away in 2007. Her short life was one of inspirational compassion, she was selflessly dedicated to saving animals at risk from the time she was a toddler up until her passing at age twenty two from a sudden and devastating illness.

This kitten has thrived and she has given me far more than she has taken~This morning she is two weeks old. She is lapping formula from a saucer now between her bottle feedings. Her weight has gone from 4.3 ounces to 9.5 ounces. She will be adopted to her forever home in mid May. She has a wonderful loving forever home waiting for her.

My Evening ~

My Evening


Bark pressed to my face

A solitary grace

An altar with deep roots

Far beneath my boots

My flesh is old I know

But still I need to grow

I’m ever filled with passions

These things get me through the night

I have no shame, for I know that I am right

I will light a bright red candle

I will wait to watch it burn

Then, when no one can hear me

I will scream and I will yearn

Still, I will trudge onward, by now, contented with my pain

Embracing all the trees and crying in the rain~