THE MEETING: A Beltane Myth
Like his thin, gaunt steed, he was weary from the long journey. Despite the tiredness, his reluctance to return what was no longer his was still strong. But he could not gainsay what was to be. No longer would the wild winds blow to his horn, but instead, would become gentle as befitting this turning of the wheel.
They met on Tara, the hill of Kings. He with his fierceness, she with her softness. The long sleep was still in her eyes, but she was fresh and new like a spring crocus. It was time for her to claim the year so that life could begin again.
They faced each other on Beltaine, as they always have and always will, for this is how the balance is maintained.
"Take it, the year is now yours" he cried. "But remember, it is mine again on Samhain." And he turned and rode on his final hunt north as she took the Earth into her arms and gave it life.
By Jeannette K. Waldie
© 6/9/97
~*~NEVER
AGAIN
THE
BURNING
TIMES~*~
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