InsaneJournal

"I know that I hung on a wind-swept tree, whose roots no man can know. Pierced I hung there, by Gungnir my spear, a sacrifice of myself to myself with no food nor mead, for nine whole days and nights..."​

As the night where we say a formal goodbye to winter, and say hello to true spring, draws closer, I recall the many events of my past, and that of my gods. We reach the mid-point between the two solstices, and the land is ready for the sowing of crops.

[Settlement Folk & Friends]
We will have a bonfire on the 30th into the 1st, though I am sure there will be multiple Beltane celebrations, I wanted to have something for us. Beltane isn't quite ours, after all.