Directions for May

"And a bird overhead sang Follow,

And a bird to the right sang Here;

And the arch of the leaves was hollow,

And the meaning of May was clear,"

Algernon Charles Swinburne

As soon as I hear a bird singing a song,  my eyes will search every tree to find its location.  I will patiently watch what behavior it takes and whether or not it is alone.  Then I will once again listen for the song, silently replying that I want to belong.  Then shall sing another bird of different color and size.  I, too, will follow it with my eyes until I find it upon a perch.  Quietly, I will tell the bird and its mate that I truly mean no harm.

I will seek flowers popping up, admiring the colors and hue.  For a moment I will stand in the presence of the hard working bud to share my admiration for the joy it will bring to all of the busy humans racing by.  Pausing, I will sit on Mother Earth and feel the warmth from the sun.  I will glance towards the sky in hopes to see my favorite blue with imaginative white clouds shift-shaping in and out of form.

This I have decided:   to give up the heaviness upon my shoulders from wondering what kind of world I bequeath to my children.  I will place my lovely self away from the fear stirred by the media and refill my heart with innocent praise and appreciation. I will honor every day in May whether it brings spring rain or sunshine or moonlight wonders. I will turn to nature for nourishment of my soul.