SC has not had the best of years socially at school, and the other day he mentioned a little girl in his class.
“Mummy,” he said, “she says she hates me and it is such a shame because she used to be a beautiful girl!”
Yesterday he was rifling through a box of stuff and found his May Crown.
He put it on his head and went to show my mum, who asked what it was.
“It’s my May Crown,” he said, “mummy and I made one when we went to Beltane and we made one for mummy’s lovely friend too!”
Wouldn’t it be nice if we as grown-ups could think of everyone as lovely from the outset instead of being wary?
A beautiful poem by Lord Byron…
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
It’s May-Eve (seriously, the year is going too quickly, I blame to long, cold winter).
However, I digress.
It’s May-Eve and Beltane heralds the arrival of summer, sensuality revitalised and the earth awakes..
People dance round the may-pole and go a-Maying (which is just another way of saying one major league night of ‘how’s your father’ outside in the woods).
Fires are lit to celebrate the return to life and fruitfulness of the earth.
People jump over the fires for luck – singletons for finding a spouse, travellers for a safe journey and pregnant ladies for an easy birth.
Handfastings which last a year and a day also take place on May-Eve (handfasting involves tying the hands of a couple with a ribbon as a contract of betrothal)
As for me, well one day, if I’m a really good girl maybe someone will want to tie their hands to mine and we can jump over the fire together.
In the meantime, I will be collecting tonight’s dew, for it is said that if you bathe in the dew of the Beltane morn your beauty would flourish throughout the year (and I think I need all the help I can get 😉 )
So whatever you do, may you find peace and happiness this May-Eve.
Big fat – DONE IT!
I had my eyebrows threaded yesterday.
I was a bit wary after having heard reports from it hurting only slightly less than childbirth to feeling like your eyes were being cut with glass!
I used to have my eyebrows waxed in the very dim and distant past, and I always used to find it disconcerting. It is the only part of you, where you cannot see what is going on with the waxing and you feel like the beautician is going to scalp the eyebrow when it feels like she is tweezing everything to Kingdom Come!
So, I lay down on the couch, breathed deeply and waited…
Whoever said it hurt – LIED!
It was no more painful than waxing, and was over within 5 minutes.
Seriously what is all the fuss about?
I’ll probably go back to waxing, it really did not make much difference – considering the girl who did it still used tweezers to get the stubborn bits out!
Still, at least I can now say I’ve had it done.
If only I wasn’t in a relationship!
If only we’d met earlier!
If only we didn’t live so far apart!
If only you were prettier!
If only you weren’t vegetarian!
If only you drank!
But you know what I’m not an “if only” girl.
I don’t live for your “if only’s”.
I’m happy being me 😉
… the feeling you get after lying on a treatment table at the beautician’s having ‘your bits’ waxed 😉
I don’t know what it is, but after unwanted hair has been removed I feel:
(a) pounds lighter – obviously I’m not, it’s just how it makes you feel;
(b) fresh & clean (it’s a weird one to try to explain. I mean clearly I’m a clean person and bathe frequently (long hot showers – sighs with contentment at the thought) but after waxing your skin feels so smooth as if it’s the first time it’s ever been that smooth)
You don’t get the same sensation if you remove hair at home.
As September approaches with alarming speed (where has this year gone?) my thoughts turn to my hands.
For reasons unbeknown to me, no matter how much cream I plaster onto them from the middle of September through to pretty much the end of June my hands get as rough as a fisherman (and no the Norwegian hand cream doesn’t work, tried it), and they crack to the point of bleeding. And yes, I wear gloves, dry my hands properly, etc.
I’ve tried everything;
- Hand cream
- Olive oil and brown sugar
- Manuka Honey
The only one that came pretty close was the olive oil and brown sugar exfoliant mixture, followed by smothering my hands in olive oil. Maybe if I start it now, my hands won’t crack up!
The thing that struck me as I perused the hand cream aisle in the pharmacists was the notice on a lot of products “contains 10% urea”.
Now, isn’t urea a component of urine?
If so, maybe I should just try peeing on my hands?
Isn’t that a tasteful thought?
Seriously though, if anyone has any recommendations I’d be ever so grateful.