Season of May

It happens every year.

In May.

I'm quite certain.

It happens that there's a moment....a one unforgetable moment - where I believe that I'm seeing it all for the first time.

That I've never - before - seen trees bloom and blossom.

That I've never - before - seen this color green....or this exquisite pink.

That no thing could be more beautiful than simply this.

It happens every year.

In the season of May.

This Is It

This is it.

Isn't it?

These little buds that haven't - yet- blossomed.  This bit of pink in blurr of soft color.

Hope. Promise. Kindness. Light. Love.

This month of May.

Yes. This is it. This is all there is.

A Flower Grows

There's never a 'right time' - is there? For a flower to open? To blossom and unfold?

There's no real way of 'knowing' - is there? When it might happen? And how?

Practicing patience. Practicing presence. Practicing trust in the process that things happen in just the right time and in just the right way...as it would.

Efforting less. Letting go. Knowing - that it will happen just as it should.

At the end of every long and winding road....and every graceful sweep of a branch...a beautiful spring flower grows.