It’s fashionable these days to poo-poo any suggestion that Pagan traditions have passed down, unbroken, from Neolithic times until today. And, fair enough, things change. But I will tell you this for sure: Every Beltane night, every Beltane night, from then until now, there have been people out in the fields and woods, doing their best to make the Earth fruitful, and fertile, and fecund.
And I will tell you this, for sure, as well. This year, in the midst of madness, on the eve of war, in this time of tyranny, we all need to bring in Beltane as if it mattered. Because it does. This year, go forth and Beltane as you have never Beltaned before.
A Witch’s job is to turn the Wheel. And round and round the Wheel must turn.