“Three cheers for the May Queen!” they cried out as they carried her triumphantly to the waiting arms of the Greenman, newly emerged from the deep wood.
“It has been a long time, Mabellique le Fey,” the god of the forest remarked lovingly.
“T’ long, m’ Jack O’ the Green.” She felt like a young maiden in his strong, knotted arms. He pressed his lips to hers and they were like flesh and tasted of sugar maple. Tonight the bond between fairy-kind and the natural world about them would be consummated as it had every spring since the beginning of all things rich and good.
fr. Travers McCraken The Prince of Knocknafay
Brightest Blessings Sisters and Brothers,