Flora from Botticelli’s Primavera, c. 1482
"It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness. And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love."
- Sir Thomas Malory, La Morte d'Arthur
Beltane, Walpurgis, May Day, Lei Day, Floralia
For Catholics, it is the Feast Day of Saint Joseph the Worker. May is the Month of Mary.
Spring is in full-swing. The equinox has passed. It is a time of renewal, a time of hope. Those green, vibrant little sprouts, those sweet flowers – they were hardly there a month ago or not at all. But in fact they were there, just out of sight, awaiting their time. And so it is for us. It is the Easter story.
Hold steady, trust that all will be well, and take time to bask in the sun.
Surely, the past, present, and future connect in this miraculous state we call life. In this light, history and all human experience are ever-present. Wouldn't it be nice, then, if we could enjoy each other, if we could appreciate and celebrate our differences? Let us love! Let us have fun. Let us toast each other and wish each other well. Now, in our awareness, is the time to be happy, to do our best, to live fully to our purest, highest standards.