04/20/2026
Gather close, my darlings. Pull up a chair and let's talk about Beltane.
If you spend more than five minutes online this week, you’re going to be sold a very specific story about May Day.
They will tell you it’s a holiday made entirely of beautiful colorful ribbons, pristine flower crowns, and gentle, barefoot frolicking through sunlit meadows. They’ll make it sound like a perfectly curated, soft-focus perfume commercial.
Ah, that sounds lovely. Exhausting to clean up after, but lovely.
But that isn't the whole story. Not even close.
Let me tell you what Beltane 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 is.
Long before we had the luxury of matching our altar crystals to our aesthetic, our ancestors were practicing survival magick. Beltane wasn't a gentle spring garden party. It was the moment the earth woke up violently, and the people had to make sure they were ready to survive it.
You see, the veil thins at Beltane just like it does in October... but instead of the quiet, resting dead, we are dealing with the waking, feral spirits of the land. The chaotic energy of the earth demanding to grow.
Historically, you didn't light a Beltane fire just to look at it. You lit massive, roaring bonfires and physically drove your cattle through the smoke to purify them and protect your livelihood from disease and mischievous spirits. You burned the old brush. You sweat. You made noise to claim your space.
It was loud. It was smoky. It was raw, unpolished, and deeply rooted in the dirt.
Because nature isn't just delicate blooming flowers, my dear. Nature is also the w**d that aggressively shatters the concrete just to get to the sun.
So this Beltane, if you want to wear the flower crown, oh please, wear it! Enjoy it!
Just remember the root of the thing.
Remember why you aren't just celebrating a pretty spring day... You are standing at the threshold of the wild, claiming the fire to clear your path.
May your fires burn fierce and bright. 🖤
Luv,
~ Baba
© 2026
