The voice of the wind.

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“Northbound” by Mark Gvazdinskas
Travelers head north under a new moon and over Bixby Bridge in Northern Big Sur, California.

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¢ℓαιя on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/40214291/via/BeinKemen

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$itmovesmemorelol: T’was the night before Beltane T’was the night before BeltaneAnd all through the houseNot a creature was stirringWell, Brownies chasing a mouse.The Maypole was hung in the gardenWith careIn hopes that the coven soon would be there.The people were nestled all snug in their tentsSome of them dreaming of bonfires immenseAnd I in my sleep shirt and she in much lessAnd just settled in to the state of undress.When out on the lawn arose such a clatterI sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.Away to the doorway I flew like a foolAnd promptly tripped over her mules.The moon rose high over lawns green and dimGave luster to a man who was definitely not slimSurrounded by Maenads it now did appearThat Beltane was going to be wilder this year.With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his sideI knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he criedAnd I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzyAnd I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzyThey were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed danceThat only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.I feared for the children’s well dressing to lastThe Maenads were sweeping along in the pathsThe Maypole was leaning a bit to the southWhile I just stood gaping with wide open mouthHe was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toeWith grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.A keg on two legs was found at his heelsI could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.His face was so red and shined with a glowThe wreath on his head was tipping just soHe smiled with a smile just full of great gleeHe was going to be our most favourite party crasheeHe gathered us round and started the danceWe all then joined in for such a fine prance.Morning came when the sun started to riseHe waved us goodbye from over the rise“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.Adaptation By ElfKat Drawing by efercussie on deviantART The Dance at Alder Cove /|\ ☽✪☾ Youth/Father/Geezer☽✪☾$

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sisterwolf:

Oskar Zwintscher - Grief (1898)

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ironvalkyria:

Arthur Rackham

1867 ~ 1939

The Ring of the Niblung by Richard Wagner
First Published 1910-11
Via The Golden Age