Tonight, I am welcoming the arrival of May, the month of gentle green leaves and vibrant spring flowers, warm afternoons and cool evenings.
The month of May is thought to have its origins in the Roman goddess Maia, the embodiment of growth. Whenever I look back into mythology, I am amazed by how we still go back to ancient times. We are forever linked to what has come before and what will come after.
Each season comes with gifts that come from earth. When the spring rain comes with the subtle greens, we think of planting, even as we sense harvest time when the sun shines amber. Summer’s warmth conjures up picnics and sandy beaches. And those long, dark winter nights give us time for rest and reflection.
And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”Percy Bysshe Shelly, The Complete Poems