A magical walk through the English Hampshire Countryside as told by a local White Witch and Healer.
May: A Walk Through a Year in the English Countryside
I stumble excitedly along the tiny narrow cobbled streets to arrive amidst the heady celebrations of Mayday and an amazing riot of colour.
The village maypole is festooned with ribbons that are being tightly wound around its phallic pole. Maidens dancing joyfully in gay abandon as they duck and dive and weave their magic with each step. The air is full of excitement and energy and the mischief is tangible, left over from the night before by those who have spent the night in the woods ‘a Maying’.
People line the streets waiting for the rhythmic beat of the drum and here it comes, accompanied by the haunting melody of the flute. Together they taunt us playfully as we await the arrival of the ‘Obby ‘Oss ‘ and its entourage of revellers. Laughter and merriment fill the air and the excitement is tangible to all and as the procession passes I tingle with the vibration of life and being alive and I am thankful.
Such rites are a joy to behold and if you are ever lucky enough to stumble upon such festivities, I urge you to throw caution to the wind and take part, free your spirit and enjoy the celebrations of life itself in all of its forms. Laugh a little and allow yourself to live.
The festivities will carry on throughout the day so I turn and make my way back up the hill to the woods, now quiet and peaceful. I wander freely through the fabulous carpet of bluebells and let my feet bathe in the pure morning dew and as I walk contentedly, right in front of me appears a Hare. She stands tall upon her back legs, magnificent and stares straight at me, I am mesmerised.
Without the slightest fuss, she turns and makes her way along the track in front of us and then she stops, raising one paw as if beckoning and sure enough, from behind a mound of bracken appears another Hare and he joins us. All three of us continue on our way and my heart sings with joy, I cannot believe what is happening and how Blessed I am to share this moment with such mystical creatures.
I stop to admire a clump of white wood anemone and the tiny flower of the wild violet next to it. A hawthorn bush now laden with white blossom stands close by and I think of the beautiful floral crowns worn by the May Queen interlaced with the bounty of colour I see before me now.
I look up and they are gone and I thank them for their time and for their presence.
Making my way back down to the harbour a shower of hailstones descends upon us and I watch as they bounce across the cobbles like cracking popcorn. The cloud burst passes, the glorious sun re-appears and I inhale deeply of the freshness from the dampened air.
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