May 2, 2025
Lovely Beltane. After rehearsal, returned and sat on my front porch crying “Draw on, sweet Night!” Heard myself uttering blessings for my life. Felt the air for the thin veil that is meant to exits between worlds on such a night, the mundane and the sublime, Asheville and Faery. Drank red wine, fell asleep in the rocker, woke at some undetermined hour, so perhaps I passed between worlds with no recollection of having done so. Perhaps that’s how it must be done. As I sat it began to rain. Never have I rejoiced in anything more than in that rain.
Dug, weeded, transplanted milkweed out of the lawn into the garden.
Rain now. Maybe it’s time to go outside.