When Beltane arrives again and the light shifts (in the Northern Hemisphere) to longer stretches of days, my body remembers. I’ve danced with ribbons of all colors, weaving them around a maypole in the gloriously messy way of sweaty bodies and laughing hearts. When these days arrive, falling in love with the world is easier. I remember how it feels – welcoming, connecting, and reviving. Like taking a breath for the first time in a while. You can bring that... Read more