Card Two & Card Five — Veiled
This month begins with the silent whispers of vitality evident in nature — a song that sings as dark becomes light, all that is hidden must be revealed. Persephone, riding on the wings of Freya's Falcon brings with her fertility and the promise of a new beginning.
The harsh winter of February's descent, pushed through the leap in March, ignited courageously in April and found it's unveiling in the bright whispers of May. The teachers of this month demand that the hidden be revealed. The month of wild flowers — a trouble to write because it requires something wilder, something with more depth, just the way wild flowers grow in the midst of chaos.
There is something raw and primal about May that calls forth righteous anger, a sudden wildness. May asked for realness, and it gave the courage needed. It gave the wilderness a name and called it worthy. Spring brought the harvest, a gift eternally promised.
This is where rewilding meets revelation, the moment when instinct becomes insight, when the feral truth beneath the cultivated self rises to the surface. Rewilding is simply knowing that refuses to be domesticated. This chapter called for knowing — inner knowing, a truth that the heart stands by. Not spoken, not performed. Lived.
What does it mean to know? To be certain of the verdict? of life, of love and everything in between. Who truly knows. We know that wild flowers bloom; that is the essence of May. To know and live. She springs forth when she deems it — delicate and undeniable. The tears the descent paid, made fruitful like bright yellow. The flash of insight the High Priestess whispers. The teaching the Hierophant articulates.
The teachers of this month brought with them the ways of the old, not some archaic reapplication, just a gentle reminder to honour her wisdom and speak her truth. To remember creation from its cradle the soul, the worthy home for love.
May is veiled not in secrecy, but in subjectivity — the kind of knowing that cannot be taught, only recognised. So much to preach, so much to teach, and yet so much to live by and for. A preacher, a teacher who really knows? As more questions arise the wildflower month asked — what do you preach? What do you teach? What do you live by?
Soul provoking questions. The High Priestess and the Hierophant asked for known truths, from places uninterrupted by external smoke screens. They demanded presence and evoked a longing to bloom like the wildflowers.
Better to rush upon the blade than to enter this circle with fear.
And to burn the witch is to admit magic is all around. Is it not?
These are the questions the wildflowers of May bring. Some questions when answered cracks the concrete — a daffodil springs forth, yellow and sure that spring eventually takes her place with full illumination.
As veiled as May lived, it unveiled the earth's core in vibrant colours of nature — yellow, my preferred description. Along came the sun as bright as yellow and the moon just as yellow.
Yellow as the first colour of May — primroses, broom, gorse, dandelions — all the small suns that appear before summer fully arrives. Yellow is the torch Hecate carries — the light that reveals without overwhelming. Yellow the halo of sacred knowledge and cosmic order, the colours of Athena and Ma'at — the codified and shared illumination. As full and as yellow as the flower moon that ushers out May. An awakening. A hue of knowing — not as the blinding noon sun, but the first gold of dawn when truth becomes visible.
May leaves us with one final task: to face the void that blooms.
Unveil beautifully, you terrifying nothing.
