Beltane is life. Beltane is fire, passion and fertility. Beltane is that bright, shining moment when barren winter is finally put to past, and all that lies ahead is summer.
The Celtic cry of Sovereignty heralds the start of the Wild Hunt. Gwyn ap Nudd pursues his elusive white hart. In Maiden form, the Goddess awakes from Her cold, crone slumber; Her young and virile Consort awaits Her coming. The Green Man mates with Mother Earth. Gwenhwyfar's May Tree blooms white flowers amid the thorns. Nature's buds begin to open. Signal the Hunt for Eostre's eggs!
In the greenwood, young men and women search all night for a Maypole. A sturdy shaft to erect in the center of their village green. They don't do much looking. Between giggling, song, and the rustling in the hedgerow, the ritual is done before the interweaving dance is ever performed in public.
Nobody asks too many questions in the dark. All is allowed on this May Eve night; when the veil between the worlds is thin, and everything in nature is in accord. And if a baby's cry pierces the air in nine months' time, then it is blessed and welcome.
Erect your bone-fires, dance between them; take your King to ride the White Horse. Enter enchanted the Greenwood Wedding. Wrap your ribbon around the pole, up and down, up and down. Choose your May Queen to parade in flowers with Her King. Tie the knot in a Beltane handfasting.
The Great Wedding of Goddess and God is enacted again; as above, so below.