This ancient festival of fertility and its manifestation in nature, literally growing under our feet, falls halfway between the spring equinox and the summer solstice.  As with most things relating to the natural world, trees coming into leaf, flowers bursting into bloom or indeed the grass growing under our feet (I’m thankful that I no longer have a lawn to cut) I see this celebration as a period in time lasting for more than one day.

In honour of Mother Earth’s seasonal cycle, I choose to write and draw according to her timetable, hopefully, also living by her example.  Unfortunately for this post, I struggled with my artwork.  It lies unfinished in a folder ready to be refreshed and completed for next year, maybe!  (As some of my regular followers already know, the last 6 months have been traumatic and unsettling, as my beloved recovers from major heart surgery.  That journey for her has of course impacted my routines, especially regarding my own creative activity, so with small steps, mirroring her progress, I too recover).

So, a photo this time must suffice.

 

The oak tree in the photo is bursting with new leaves and soon I won’t be able to see the many branches.  It is in a neighbour’s garden and I see this tree as being ready to embrace the light and warmth of the summer sun.  Like most oaks in the UK she acts as a host to over 2300 different species who live on or within her being, from birds and squirrels to insects and fungi.  Whilst sometimes referred to as being male I believe the oak tree embodies so much that is female, a mother indeed to so many new lives.  I thank Brigitte on a recent Zoom meeting (The Ogham Grove)* for mentioning that she envisaged the shape of an oak tree as being similar to that of a womb.  Wow!

With her branches held ready

for an embrace,

the oak tree.

A vessel, an ark,

welcoming all;

a doorway home.

The Oak tree is sacred to the Druids; in fact the word Druid means Oak Person.  Also, the words for oak and door have ancient connections.

In the Celtic Tree Ogham the letter D (Duir) is represented by the symbol shown in the photo below.  I whittled a piece of oak to show the symbol.

 

I will note at the end some of the books I refer to for my writing here.  One that I am still reading is Galahad and the Grail;; a story told in ballad form, which I find irresistible!  For now I should mention a new book that will be coming from the poet, singer and priest Malcolm Guite.  The easiest way to do this is to include a short video from YouTube but here’s a taster of his words (I hope Malcolm will forgive me if I’ve got the line breaks wrong):

“…he knew each living oak is not itself alone //  its roots reach out to other trees  //  a woven web of mysteries  //  from darkest soil to lightest breeze  //  embodying the memories of every year its grown…”

Thank you, Malcolm!

 

Here are the books that I look to for help:

Sacred Earth Celebrations by Glennie Kindred

The Ogham Grove by Yuri Leitch

Voices from the Grove by Yuri Leitch

*If you search on YouTube you will also find a series of videosmcalled The Ogham Grove*

For now, happy Beltaine to everyone who visits here.

Ashley 🌿