Monday, May 05, 2008

Dandelions and Daisies

Bealtaine is such a riotous time of year. Suddenly everything is growing as if there is no tomorrow. The whole land is covered in a mantle of vivid new green decorated with the colour of flower and blossom. Pause for a moment and look and you can almost see things grow a little taller. All this in response to our great provider, the sun, longer days and warmer temperatures. Everything is utterly, unashamedly fecund.

Bealtaine is a time that confirms me in my path. There is a human tendency to desire order and structure, to lay down rules and laws, to want someone in control, someone to blame when things go wrong. As if on cue the British electorate have just blamed the prime minister for just about everything from the price of fuel to the sudden arrival of 'weeds' in the garden. The structure of the last three millennia has upheld order, laid down commandments and supported absolute monarchs. In its quest for order it has tried to banish anything contrary to its way of thinking. But nature isn't like this. She gives everything under the sun a fair chance, she loves diversity and blames nothing. Nature abhors order and delights in the chaos of the dance of life. 

Today is a public holiday. Many people will have spent some of the day in a garden centre buying the things they need to bring summer colour to their homes. I was taken aback by a sudden outbreak of adverts for weed killers on the television showing people how to eliminate vibrant plants like the dandelion. Some contain glyphosate that may be linked to congestion of the lungs, kidney damage and reproductive problems.

This is the control approach. There has to be order and everything has to be neat and trimmed and in its right place. Yet Bealtaine would not be Bealtaine without the overnight arrival of a carpet of dandelions and daisies greeting the sun with their riot of colour. A lawn can hardly be called a lawn unless you can blow dandelion heads to the wind and make a daisy chain for your love.

As May began I drove down the lane by my home and the verges were a shambolic delight of dandelions. What special flowers they are. There just has to be a goddess whose sole purpose is to protect dandelions and daisies and whose only desire for worship is that we give these very special plants the honour they are due. I guess She would also be delighted if you scattered a few wild flower seeds on your travels.

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Blogger Aquila ka Hecate said...

The dandelion is sacred to Hecate. I use dandelion root in creating incense to honour Her, so I sometimes take up the flowers from the garden when they're competing with roses, but never when they're growing on the grass.
Good idea Paul-I'll add afew dandelion heads to my guerilla gardening pouch.
Love and Merry Beltane,
Terri in Joburg

Blogger Livia Indica said...

And the young leaves are great in salads and good for you too.

Blogger Paul said...

A blessed Samhain aquila and thanks for the info on the dandelion being sacred to Hecate - what a powerful protectress, no wonder they are so resilient.

Yes, livia the young leaves are great in salads, better than limp supermarket lettuce! As you say, they do need to be young though.

Blogger Andy said...

Your description of Bealtaine resonates with mine - the wild, untamed and untamable power of nature. However much we try and create order, Nature will leap over the fence and put pay to our plans! This is such an amazing energy to connect with!

Blogger Paul said...

Hi Andy,

Thanks for popping in :)

See you at the Goddess Conference.


Blogger Medusa said...

Hi Paul,
Excuse my ignorance (which is vast) but what is the significance of the spelling "Bealtaine"--expecially the "Beal" part?

Thanks! And thanks for the post!

Blogger Paul said...

Hi medusa

Sorry I am betraying the fact that I am studying the Irish Language. Bealtaine is the the Irish Gaelic spelling of both the festival and the month of May.

:) Paul

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