The oils we used on our torches and in our lamps have kept the darkness of night and predators at bay in our corporate and singular lives. Residual oil was even found in our ancestors’ campfires that were most likely from a meal shared in common around said fire. Oil was in one sense a residual and sign of community and social and cooperative sharing.

The Divine was not contained in a book alone or in a series of books, but that luminescence was found wherever truth could be found.

O that every season might be Bealtaine that we might see Your Light plainly. But no. For in each time and season we learn patience, prudence, temperance, and wisdom. If all seasons were the same, we would miss You in Your fullness.

In the evening, in the moon, we see only You reflected through our sibling. In the midday sun again, we see only You. The grace of the Cosmos reflected only the beauty of Your Light, For we are in the Season of Bealtaine ... Oh that every season might be Bealtaine that we may see Your Light plainly, but no! If all seasons were the same, we would miss You in Your fullness ... for every season has its purpose, and every time its lessons.

So, blessed be this season [Bealtaine], blessed be the light of Our Lady, for it is these that point to You. It is why we cherish our feast, and the time and seasons You have sent us. For in them, You teach and, in our ancestors, labours and traditions we learn.

the Divine is ever present before us and that evil need hold no sway over the life of humanity, for truth as light is ever before us. Even on the darkest night of our soul we know we are not alone.

When we let the light of truth, reason, empathy, and altruism shine enough, the clouds will clear. When our arguments are naturally reflected in pristine thought, like water, we will have the rainbow we seek. This rainbow will not be one that somehow reaches a burning Bifrost of Asgard nor has leprechauns dressed in green. For even if there were leprechauns, they would wear red, not green.