May brings gifts daily, low flying eagles, the bees, early daffodils, tulips and crocus. I feel the difference. I was talking to a physiotherapist and they mentioned that the seasons can affect healing, fresh air, warmth, sunshine. I hear that, loud and clear! Maybe we should migrate with the birds in the winter, can we get a doctor’s note for that? I am thankful for a better season arriving. It is a time for regrowth, rebirth, refresh, in the world and in your mind.
Like hibernation, we need to crawl out of the dens and into the light. Absorb sunlight, gorge on foods, drink fresh water. Dust off the dirt, clear the cobwebs, slowly at first and gain back vitality that breathes life into every part of your body. Visualize change in your body and your mind. Stretch towards the sun and bow low to the earth. Be new, however that looks and feels to you. My mom shared a memory of her mother becoming giddy and childlike in May, teasing about dancing around the May pole. There used to be festivals with this very thing, we need to bring that back!
Just envisioning a younger version of my Grammie dancing about brings me joy. If you can bring about any older family member in a younger state doing something fun, that should bring you joy as well. When I visit my Aunts I love to talk about their younger days. The way their faces change, a sly smile, sparkling eyes, nodding about mischief they may of gotten into, magical for them, inspiring for me. Those are the things I want in a note book, a pocket full of other people’s sunshine. Something you can read and relive, capturing happiness to draw upon in any given moment. If you have hope and intention for something good, may it become what you need.
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