May Day

No church today; instead, I went to the May Day parade in the Powderhorn Park neighborhood in south Minneapolis. It’s not May Day officially, of course; that’s May 1. But the parade is always on the first Sunday in May, and since I’ve lived here it’s been the opening ceremony for spring. And as I’ve said in other places, spring is a big deal here. After a winter like ours – one which almost always makes you feel like you’ve been run over by a truck by the end of it – spring is a relief and it feels like a miracle.

This is something I’ve thought about before, that I can imagine that people’s feelings about spring prompted the religious sense in the very beginning. No matter where you are, what is more miraculous than the fact that where bare ground was before, suddenly a plant appears – and that plant can be eaten? I can imagine a man or woman wondering at the way that happens every year, and being prompted to think about more than the concrete or the obvious.

Anyway, more on May Day in a little while.


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