So, yes, I’m a couple of weeks late.  Bear with me, my schedule lately has been brutal with no internet access if I’m not home.

At Beltaine we celebrate the sacred union of the Maiden and the Youth and the beginning of a time of creativity and vibrancy.  Even with symbols like the maypole this can sometimes be an abstract concept for children or the uninitiated to grasp.  When I started this blog  my aim was not to educate about Wiccan traditions or practices but to share m experiences and offer some practical advice as a parent and neighbour who doesn’t even own a broom closet.  Wiccan parenting doesn’t have to be  ostentatious, and celebrating in our own backyard doesn’t have to be strange and alienating.  This year we went a step further, as we had children and people present who are not part of a practicing household.  Instead of alienating ourselves and our guests, we made our Beltaine celebration a more ecumenical event.

We lit a modest fire in our metal fire pit, and Hubby and I blessed it with a jovial incantation and a custom blended incense.  A few people were already present, and they merrily sang with us.  The rest added a stick to the fire as they entered in order to contribute their energy to the celebration.  We sang simple chants everyone could learn and remember and danced around the fire until we were exhausted.  I even taught the children to poi with practice, non-fire-bearing poi balls.  All this allowed the children to start building a foundation of knowledge and understanding of Beltaine and raising energy in a fun and lighthearted way and kept up the energy for the night.  At one point the new neighbour came over with his beer and sat with us, watching the dancing and listening to the singing.  He and other people around the fire chatted as one of our newest little sisters practiced her tarot skills.

This experience was the embodiment of our aim for our household.  Yes, we’re poly.  Yes, we’re Wiccan.  Yes, we’re organic and “green”.  None of that means we have to be apologetic or undercover.  None of that means we have to keep our lifestyle hidden from our children until they’re “old enough to understand”.  Our secondaries will not be Aunt So-and-So or Uncle Whojamcallit.  We live in a world where having same-sex parents is not uncommon, but generally more accepted and open than pagan or poly ones.  Sometimes this is dependent on the climate of tolerance where we live.  Other times it’s self-imposed because we feel it’s something taboo or too difficult or “adult” for children to understand.  This is a cop-opt.  If we can teach Catholic children about a mad being crucified, we can teach them about the sacred union just as innocuously.  There is a way to be honest with our children and our communities without being over the top and obnoxious, and it’s happening more and more every day.  Food for though, my two cents, and all that.

Go now, share your joy!