#May Morning
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peaceinthestorm · 1 year ago
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John Henry Twachtman (1853-1902, American) ~ Misty May Morn, 1899 
[Source: americanart.si.edu]
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tyetknot · 6 months ago
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Got up at 4:30 AM, drove in to High Park in Toronto, danced Winster Processional, a mass Rose Tree, Young Collins, a mass Highland Mary, the Gallant Weaver, and then we finished it off with the customary Bonny Green. I skipped out on the tour this year to go and have brunch with some friends from the old Wiccan Church of Canada days, took the opportunity to do a little shopping (Wonder Pens! Aw yeah!). When we came home I ran some errands, mowed the lawn for the first time this year, cleaned out some of the flower beds, and set up the water feature out back.
I am very tired and extremely envious of people who don't have to do this goddamned Morris dancing at sunrise thing.
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possiblygewgaw · 2 years ago
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May
May came like the gush of cold breeze on my bare face, the smell of moist earth beneath my feet,
the ice-white sky,
the lush greenery glistening from the previous night,
the sweet song of birds.
It made me rethink. It made me smile. It was May.
So, even if life passes you by,
just listen to what it's telling you,
"It's May and everything will be okay."
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kimberly40 · 2 years ago
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"May morning
I rise early to greet your cool mist
Broken soon by the sun's face
Lighting your grace
May morning
Your bright hue is refreshing
Waltzing in after gentle spring showers
Having kissed your flowers
May morning
How quickly you pass from us
Slipping quietly through summer's soft portal
Grieving both angel and mortal"
~'May Morning,' by The Homespun Wife
(Pictured is the Catawba River in Marion, North Carolina in McDowell County)
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pers-books · 2 years ago
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[ID Magdalen College, May Morning. Photographer: Romanempire]
I meant to post this earlier, but it slipped my mind. The annual May Morning at Magdalen College is a big thing and has been for about five centuries. At 6am the choristers of Magdalen College gather atop the Tower to greet the morning by singing the Hymnus Eucharisticus. The choir traditionally also sings a madrigal, Now Is the Month of Maying, following prayers for the city led by the Dean of Divinity. 
I went along a couple of times when I was a student here in the late ‘80s. You have to get up very early to be in with a chance of getting a good spot to stand on Magdalen Bridge, which leads up to the College and from which, traditionally, students who’re probably drunk and have been up all night at the traditional May Balls the night before, leap into the river below. However the river’s sometimes  quite shallow, which has on occasion caused serious injury, notably in 1997 when one person was left paralyzed, and again in 2005 when ten people were hospitalised. There was a time when the city authorities closed the bridge to prevent jumpers.
After the choir has sung there’s Morris dancing in Radcliffe and many of the restaurants and coffee shops open early to provide breakfast for the revellers.
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anna-scribbles · 2 months ago
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emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀
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roe-oo · 3 months ago
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office springtime 🌱🌱🌱
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achillesbeloathed · 12 days ago
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major major major kudos to steven rodriguez who already has one of the most delicious voices ever, period, but the way he fucking nailed the end of six hundred strike??? like vocally - it's obviously mad impressive. but then for his screams of agony to feel so gutteral while being so musical at the same time? unmatched. AND THIS KIND OF GUTTERAL SOUND? that's hard to produce, that's raw and honest and intimate. to produce that in a recording booth?? is. insane. i cannot stress this enough
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idoodleanddraw · 1 year ago
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May morning
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tyetknot · 2 years ago
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It turns out it's very difficult to take photos of the Morris dancing while you are doing it, so in lieu of that please enjoy these photos of the beautiful sakura trees in Toronto's High Park shortly after sunrise. I had to get up at 4:00AM to arrive in time for sun up, which isn't pleasant, but the custom demands it! We danced and sang and raised such a hideous racket that the Sun had no choice but to come up!
If you enjoy summertime, thank a Morris dancer!
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prose2passion · 2 years ago
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benthejrporter · 2 years ago
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Oxford May Morning 2023
New HPANWO TV film: https://hpanwo-tv.blogspot.com/2023/05/oxford-may-morning-2023.html 
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dowsingfordivinity · 2 years ago
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Reflection on May morning
Changing Paths challenge 1– May Morning May morning seems an appropriate time to start a new writing project. It’s one of the four quarter days of the year, when traditionally there were fairs (often hiring fairs) and celebrations. I always feel like Imbolc / Candlemas is a great time to start groups — when the green shoots are mostly still gestating in the earth (depending on where you live—in…
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changingpathsresources · 2 years ago
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May Morning
Changing Paths challenge 1– May Morning May morning seems an appropriate time to start a new writing project. It’s one of the four quarter days of the year, when traditionally there were fairs (often hiring fairs) and celebrations. I always feel like Imbolc / Candlemas is a great time to start groups — when the green shoots are mostly still gestating in the earth (depending on where you live—in…
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ahhrenata · 1 year ago
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Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.
Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.
He breathes a quiet,
‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’
Eddie huffs a tired laugh,
‘You know I never mind.’
Because, yeah.
Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.
( another one from the poll | WIP )
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zodelydraws · 5 months ago
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Being the "evil" demon snake that he is, Crowley strikes back with a snuggle attack!
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