It is Beltane here in the southern hemisphere and today I lit the sacred fire of gratitude in my heart for all that has been, all that is, and all that is to come.
At the peak of midday’s sun, I stood on my favourite hill and was able to walk through the long shadows of the past without regret. I found bright love among the rubble, and shook it clear of dust. I will wear that love each day now, knowing it cannot be destroyed.
Tonight I shared a long evening with the two people I love most in the world, and only the mosquitos could force us from the lakeside grove.
A day of beauty and grace; this dancer knows she is blessed.