Gwyddons follow an astrological calendar, so our Beltaine wasn’t until this past Friday. We celebrate tonight. :raises wine glass in toast:

Our Bright Lord
Looks upon all with kindest Love.
He knows no sorrow, nor wish any.
The Three Cranes Love our Lord.
They know all Sorrow, but they wish none.
So … They dance!


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.