Yesterday evening, eight of us danced around the pitch pine in our yard, dressing it up with rainbow ribbons for May Day. Did you know that the original Maypoles were not cut wooden poles, but live trees? It makes sense to me, coming from people who worshiped among the trees, who honored and revered the trees. And so what better way to celebrate the full arrival of spring, the arrival of the May, than to celebrate the tree with an ancient dance?
Earlier, I had attached eight ribbons to a small metal ring, and then Sylvia tossed a rock-tied string over a branch so we could lift the ribbons to a good height for dancing. Margy went to a field close to where we used to live to pick forsythia branches to decorate the bottom of the tree. In this time of the earth awakening, we joined our life energy to that of the earth, that we might all be full of life and regeneration. It was a magical moment to be weaving in and out between each other, with our bright colors, dancing on the earth, and finally surrounding the tree, hands joined in a circle.
After a rain-filled night, I took photos this morning. We keep hoping for more warmth…it is only in the 40s today. But we’ve finally finished planting all the bushes. I set up the rain barrels (by putting in their spigots and re-attaching their overflow hoses), and yesterday I found smaller containers for storing a big bag of Kaolin clay (an organic product used for certain orchard pests). Tending and planting and tending.
When I pay attention to what is happening to our planet, I feel so much despair, I feel overwhelmed. I know it is better to plant trees, than to cut them down. I know it is a good thing to tend this small plot of land. But even with many of us planting trees, or protesting, or changing our lives, do we have the power to stop the destruction? No, I think not. But what came to me the other day was this. If we are out there, planting a tree, putting our hands in the soil, watering a seed, dancing on the ground, or even lying in a hammock under a pitch pine, perhaps we can learn to hear the voice of the earth. Perhaps she will see us there, and take pity on us. Perhaps she will open our ears and hearts and guide us into regeneration and healing. This is my hope.