Beltane. Half way through Spring—that time in the cycle when all is locked in, FIXED and thriving.
Or is it?
Springtime is lovely and Taurus is abundant—budding flowers, warmth, soft breezes and green, green grass. But what of the darker impulses that come out when least convenient and most unexpected? When everything is so perfect?
Even though the sun is shining and the birds are chirping—the underbelly could be awash with parasites—quite literally or metaphysically.