June has been a challenging month. It is one of my favorite months of the year, but this June has been different. The world continues its days of isolation and exclusion and in my private life some things have been shaky. But let’s not talk about that.
June is the softest of the summer months. It is a month of hope. And of flowers. Daisies, climbing Morning Glory, Snapdragons and Violets.
It is a month of white birds heading to sea, pastel sunrises while people sleep and boats leaving port to sail the ocean blue. It is a time for bonfires and picnics, summer dresses and pink lipstick smiles hiding secrets you will never know.
It is the start of the summer holidays. Family time, friends being away, melancholy… Late night barbecues and pop songs you will remember for the rest of your life because of some annoying refrain and memories of tipsy crowds singing those annoyingly catchy lyrics out of tune.
It is a time of nostalgia…Childhood summers and first crushes, grandparents and late night parties. It is a time when the world hits pause and lets its inhabitants do what they want for a while. But not this year. This year is different. The world has been on pause for over a year and no one can do what they want.
We are all tired. Tired of iron fists keeping us from what and whom we love. We are so tired of pulling the leash that we almost rather want to take the risk of running across the busy freeway just to feel that we are free to run again.
I miss those summers. The summers when I was free to do what I wanted. Even if it was just to lie down in a meadow and smell the June Blooms. Because it was my choice, and that is what makes all the difference.
May has been, to be honest, quite a challenging month. A mad world has gone madder, and what we all thought was just a turbulent phase in our history seems to really have turned into the dreaded “New Normal”, where fear, avoidance and suspicion dictate much of our daily behavior towards each other.
It has me worried. Worried about what this will mean for our individual mental health and our world view as well as the collective human psyche. I am worried about how this will reflect in our political decisions and international relations.
But no matter how worried I am, the world goes on, life goes on, following its natural course, and May is the month of blossoming of new life, brighter colors and warmer days (at least in the part of the world where I live).
It is a comfort to see the beauty in new buds and in the greening of leaves and birds returning happily from their winter vacation. It feels so normal. Not “New Normal”, just normal. And that is what I need now.
To see and to feel and to experience life the way I’m used to, the way I know and that makes me feel safe, secure and hopeful. And that is why I am dedicating this post to: “The Darling Buds of May”.