The Beginnings, Endings, and The Call of May

Let us enter the month of ancient Halloween, which is, in essence, a millennial reminder of life’s fragility. It is a time of coexisting beauty and decay that urges reflection amidst the bloom.

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Another month begins. I’ve put away the heavy jackets for good. Mornings finally feel like a yes, despite all the pollen. It’s tempting to see this month of brides as always a time of good omens. But what does history tell us?

Ancient Roots: The Dual Nature of May

May held deep contrasts in the Roman calendar. Named after Maia, the earth goddess of growth, it paradoxically wasn’t an auspicious time for new ventures. Romans avoided marriages during it. They believed the presence of the dead made new endeavors unlucky. The dead? Yes.

‘Floralia’ by Prospero Piatti e bottega (1899)
A mosaic introduces the month with the veneration of Mercury. In mythology, Mercury (Roman version of the Greek Hermes) was the son of Maia and a guide into the underworld. (Musée archéologique de Sousse)

The month opened with joyful festivals celebrating fertility. Then the mood shifted dramatically. People believed unhonored spirits would haunt the living. And this was the time to make things right, appeasing the restless spirits and setting them free.

‘Souls on the Banks of the Acheron’ by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl (1898) depicts Hermes and the newly dead, waiting to be guided to cross the Acheron river to the underworld.

Modern Milestones: From Death to Rebirth

A month of beginnings and closings, May marked the fall of Totalitarianism with the end of World War II. Its aftermath planted the seed of the European Union and set a restart for a continent that nearly destroyed itself.

A little earlier, International Workers’ Day was conquered as a symbol of resistance. A milestone of progress born from struggle, death, and protest. Bonding ends and beginnings and echoing to this day.

A moment in which we are asked to stand and defend rights and dreams.

Embracing May’s Duality

To fight for meaningful beginnings and honor proper endings, that’s our May calling. Our beloved dead cheer us on. The blooming flowers inspire us.

We can certainly rise to the occasion.