May Day.  Bank Holiday.

 

With the boys at school, it felt like it did when we were footloose, fancy and child free.  It was a day of mooching and snoozing.

 

Had we caught Willy’s flue or was it just too much wine with friends?

 

Or perhaps just a day of relief that everything is finally falling in to place… ?

 

May Day, the first day of my favourite month.

 

May.

 

I am reminded of the loving kindness meditation I have been repeating these last few days:

 

“May I be happy.

May I be safe.

May I be healthy.

May I be at peace.”

 

And then wishing the same for other loved ones who I wish the same for:

 

“May you be happy.

May you be safe.

May you be healthy.

May you be at peace.”

 

May. I love May.

 

A month of hope.  As nature shows us, the wet and wild early months of spring bring forth the new beginnings and blossoms and turn the landscape in to something beautiful.

 

Another of life’s beautiful metaphors.