Today is the first day of the merry month of May. It’s a good reason to take up the poem by Thomas Dekker in 1599.

O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen.

April was good and gone. I hope to make May the same. This writing space has been a healing place for me. It’s good to return again and again to tap out self encouragement, self analysis and self care. Lately, I’ve been reading a bit of Ordinary Mysticism by Mirabai Starr every morning. It’s a wonderful book full of treasures. It took me awhile to discover that. A passage from the book:

“Twentieth-century Jewish philosopher Abraham Joshua Heschel said, ‘Our goal should be to live life in radical amazement….to get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted. Everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed.”

I certainly learned that the hard way this past year with the passing of my mother, the sudden loss of my hearing and its recovery. My whole world and awareness shifted. I learned not to ask why alot and to accept of what is. Like Mirabai says, I don’t have to have all this shit figured out. “The invitation is to notice what comes and bless what goes. To take refuge in groundlessness and rest in boundlessness.”

I love her words. I love words and the music they can create. It is a restful practice to be here, tapping them out and keeping the ball rolling – even without a challenge.