May Day is a truly ancient tradition in the northern hemisphere. It’s the celebration of the arrival of Spring, as seen in early pagan rituals such as the Celtic habit of building fires and dancing around them, replicating the warmth and movement of the sun, and the Germanic silliness of dancing around a Maypole and wrapping it in ribbons, for a reason that has been lost in the mists of time.

May Day also happens to be one of four modern “cross quarter” holidays that fall roughly at the midpoint between an equinox and solstice (May 1 being between the spring equinox and the summer solstice). The other three cross quarter holidays are Lammas (the celebration of the wheat harvest which has distinctly magical undertones), Halloween (in which the youngest members of our society get spooky), and Groundhog Day (featuring a rodent that can divine the future).

(And since 1889, it’s also been International Workers’ Day, with some special relevance this year.)

Speaking of which, the arrival of May Day 2020 is particularly odd, with everyone locked down and feeling pretty glum, while the natural world outside is waking up and looking full of promise.

So you may be feeling guilty about going outside at such a time. It’s understandable (as well as responsible, good on ya.)

But this year May Day is a quadruple-whammy: It’s May 1 (really, look at your calendar). It’s Friday (yes it really is!). It’s a sunny day (at least here in Joisey). And you’ve been stuck inside for weeks.

So if you’re asking: “May I please go outside?”

Well, have you gotten your work done? Got an open space to stroll where you can safely keep your distance? Got a mask? Promise to be responsible?

Then the answer is: “Yes, you May.”

Wash your hands.