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”.
April has been a month enchanted by sunrise pages of art in peachy sketchbooks, boxes of crayons, tall glasses of iced peppermint lattes and see-through tubs of homemade ice cream.
There has been pale yesterday moons, dreamy everyday adventures gone wild, a dawning Summerland and family photos of Henhouses and pretty new girlfriends.
There has been Blooming Camellias, glowy-eyed foxes lost in technicolor cityscapes, and sea green fashion to wear on tiny new ships going on virgin sails to Childhood Paradise.
All in all, Spring has blossomed into green leaves leaning towards the sun and I have morning picniced on chili cheese sandwiches and blossomed into a color-mad artist-bud lost in the enchantment of a well-stocked paintbox.
March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.
It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.
There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.
All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.