
The origins of the Maypole date back to the ancient Celtic Pagan festival of Beltane which is a fertility rite. Beltane, on May 1st, along with Samhain on November 1st, are the cross quarter holidays that divide the "Wheel of the Year" . They come between the solstices (summer and winter), and equinoxes (autumnal and vernal). Beltane is a New Years Rite (think crops) when new fire is set, lending life to springtime and welcoming in the summer. In days of yore, (and I like to imagine still currently in some places) it includes sex worship where young maidens dance around the Maypole weaving their ribbons to insure they will have children. Then it's off to the fields for a night of celebration and sexual debauchery with whatever partner or partners suit their fancy. Most Maypole festivals are a less sexually inclined, community dance, celebrating spring/summer.
The Maypole was traditionally carved from cedar, hawthorn or birch and is an obvious male phallic symbol. The hole that is dug into the earth where the Maypole is place represents the female yoni. Being the prudes that they are, Puritan Christian traditions have never approved of such symbolism.
The Wheel of the Year holidays are significant in that they remind me of my own roots in nature and that everything happens in its good time. They serve as anchors to the moment and reminders that all is as it should be. Acknowledging the sacred gifts of each season helps me stay connected to the natural cycles of life and encourages appreciation for all of the abundance I experience. They also offer me the opportunity to more personally identify with the unique archetypal expressions of the different Goddess energies.

Anyway, our friends have a lovely home in the mountains with a beautiful medicine wheel garden, fire circle, and for this particular party, other sweet sacred spaces created here and there throughout the woods. In a little meadow clearing they had dug the hole for the Maypole. Twenty something ribbons were attached and we lifted the Maypole into it's hole. Gravel was poured in to stabilize it and our dance began. We had a glitch in that the ribbons weren't strong enough and some of them started breaking when the dancers held them tautly in their weaving attempts. We adapted and everyone ended up dancing around the pole in the same direction so the Maypole was wrapped by a spiral of multicolored ribbons rather than the traditional weave. No matter. Everyone enjoyed the experience and afterwards we shared food and music into the night.
Here's a picture of our crazy wisdom weaving.

A little angel that was hanging out in the woods watching the festivities.
6 comments:
This Maypole celebration is a good example of what I meant in my brief response to your last comment on my blog. You cannot spend all your time in such rituals.
Hi David, I responded in more detail to your comment on your blog, but...although no, we can't spend all our time in such rituals there is something powerful in making ritual out of our mundane duties that creates sacred space, don't you think?--the whole "chop wood, carry water" sort of thing that pulls us out of the illusion of the mundane. It's a sort of "being in the world but not of the world" sort of thing. I suspect sacred space is related to non-attachment.
Anyway David, you've gotten me all interested in this so I think I'll start composing a post on this topic of sacred space. Thanks!
You are welcome. I will be very interested in your observations and insights.
Gee...I havent' danced a Maypole in years now...forgot how many until I saw this post. Happy memories. Thank you!!
Greenwoman. No, I hadn't either...in probably 17, 18 years...awhile. It was fun. Happy memories for me too. You're welcome
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