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.MAY DAY has in the popular lexicon become an emergency broadcast, a cry for help.
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But perhaps more accurately, it’s a cry for solidarity. And it is born on the shared experiences and collective self-sufficiency of the olde artists and artisans. It was they who brought us together in vernal celebration beneath the May Pole. It was there that the tribe wove itself into an entity.
May Day ever remains so. Our tribe has grown and the arts we practice belong to a new millennium. Our natures keep their constancy, though, and it is in our nature to honor and celebrate ourselves, each other, and our never-tiring efforts to build and beautify our world. Happy May Day to you, to yours, and to us all.
