Spring continues to show up in our neck of the woods. Cool, wet weather has delayed the blooming of many plants, but now many spring-bloomers are showing their beauty, and trees are beginning to leaf out. May is the month when nature takes on great shape and color. May is a time to be outside and take in the transformation happening in front of us.
I’d like to share with you a poem on May by the American poet, Mary Oliver, who has written extensively on her connection with nature. In a way, the poem is a prayer.
May, and among the miles of leafing,
blossoms storm out of the darkness–
windflowers and moccasin flowers. The bees
dive into them and I too, to gather
their spiritual honey. Mute and meek, yet theirs
is the deepest certainty that this existence too–
this sense of well-being, the flourishing
of the physical body–rides
near the hub of the miracle that is everything
is a part of, is as good
as a poem or a prayer, can also make
luminous any dark place on earth.
May spring be a time of opening ourselves to self-renewal, as we witness the rebirth of the earth around us.