Yeah, Glammy, it seemed that Tracy only showed up for one day to make her star appearance at the No-Talent Show. What a diva.
There are so many moments to speak of, but this year I've got to give my props to Miss Nature. She was serving up some kind of serenity sandwich with mayo & mystery on a chaos bun.
Last years Beltaine Eve seemed to be about endurance --Antler and I standing in front of an everlasting fire while being cleansed by an endless pelting of gigantic rain drops, stripping off our soaked clothes, climbing into the earth's muddy, sore hole from where her previous year's may-pole had been ripped, and pissing on each other's bodies underneath a sky of lightning. I guess some shit needed to be worked out. This year it was a surprise to find myself sitting in front of the fire on dry earth having visions of warm desert expanses; dreaming easily next to my soul sister, Goblin; trancing and dancing with the magi Angelo and Malaki; and sharing the amazement and shock of faerie-land with Glammy.
Not that I'm obsessed with holes, but this year's may-pole hole?... rather than receiving such a harsh baptism-like douche of torrential rain, she was able to rest on the dry, grassy knoll encircled with candles, alters, and lounging faeries all soothing her sorrow from the loss of last years prick and arousing her with the foreplay for tomorrow's young stud. Easy, breezy, warm and loungy, and oh-so sexy in that Barry White, makin' love kinda way.
Now, Momma Nature ain't chincy--you won't find her serving up serenity without all the proper condiments. This year's side dishes started with an earthquake and ended with a tornado-hail storm. The morning Goblin drove me in @ 5:30am, a fucking earthquake hit Short Mountain. A fault line that had been dormant for ages woke up that morning to welcome us all home. Timing, Momma... you're all about timing. On my last night in Faerie land I was at the Kitchen getting baked and baking midnight cookies with Goblin when the most amazing lightning storm of my life broke out. We sat on the porch for an hour and a half watching the thunderclouds traverse the Tennessee hills, battling each other with endless bolts of lightning. I'm telling you there was not a moment of darkness for an hour and a half-- constant bolts of lightning appearing in the most bizarre and prophetic patterns, from cloud to cloud, from cloud to ground. Then the clouds started moving our way, the winds started blowing, the trees started bending sideways, the lightning came so close, and the thunder cracked so loud-- we ran in just before the sky opened up with rain. Moments after came the hail: solid ice the size of cat's-eye marbles pounded the earth. It was so hard on the roof, you thought it was going to bust-- so loud we all started yelling. Everyone in the cabin woke up and started running around naked, looking out every window that gave a different view. It only took a couple of minutes to be able to scoop up handfuls of ice-balls in both hands. The ground was covered. It wasn't until I hit the airport the next day that I heard the reports that there were too many tornados to count bouncing all over the South. ...alright Momma N., we get it. Actually, no... I don't get it at all, but it marked the most beautiful spectacle I have ever seen. Funny, Goblin, how you were by my side for all three of these events.
[This message was edited by .tangle. on 05-07-03 at 06:59 PM.]