Well another Beltane is here. I feel the hunt in my blood. I want and need a hunt for myself. The drive is there, The ability? well you know how it is when you get older. I might feel like a kid in my heart and head but the old body doesn't want to cooperate... and the story goes. Next year I will enter the crone years. I should be so seasoned that not romping around in the woods shouldn't bother me. But it does. It bothers me a lot. I want to be hunted and hunt. I want to jump the fires of lust and abandon the rules even if it is just for one night. I want to dance the May pole and tell the world I am still alive and just as good as I have ever been. Time is telling me otherwise.
I wish the most wonderful Beltane for the young folks. Live life to the fullest and fulfill your heart and satisfy your lust, so when you get to be my age you wont hunger as badly. Do it safely, be responsible, but do it. Don't be shy or scared like I was. There will be few regrets if you take care, and many fabulous stories to pass down to the younger generations who might have questions and curious minds.
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