What a difference a year makes. And what lessons we learn from parties and festivals!
Last year (well, early last year) I was still lamenting my age and the fact that I haven't had a mini-me. Even when I was a kid myself, I was sure giving birth was always going to be part of the plan.
As John Lennon said, 'Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.'
I reached my late thirties, where I am now, and started to worry. People my age have teenagers already. I could have been young and stupid (in a very different way from my actual youth and stupidity) and lived long enough not to regret it anymore. I could have devoted my life to a kid and had it back by now.
(Yeah, right.)
You especially think about these things a lot when you are in the Pagan community. So much of our lore centers around consorts and fertility. Especially fertility. It makes sense. If the plants (and possibly animals) didn't have babies, we would all die. They reproduce, and we live. It's all about babies, babies, babies, or so it seemed.
And then one night, after a few Hand Grenades, I learned to live in the moment.
It wasn't a new lesson, but I needed a reminder, a major one, and I got it. After planning my life and my future to death, I realized anew that my life is happening right now and I might as well enjoy it.
In the months to follow, I discovered a new Maiden-related aspect of myself, to put it delicately. I made up for my frankly somber teenage years. I made a few missteps and eventually righted them. But mostly, I met men on a more even playing field than I ever had before.
You're not supposed to learn lessons at parties, especially not happy lessons, but I did. I am thankful to my friends for being a part of it. I may not have shown up at the same shindig this year--I was too emotionally sore at the time to celebrate any official or unofficial holiday--but I still appreciate the change it made in my life. I colored eggs a little late this year, but I remembered to celebrate every day of my life.
Happy Beltane.
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