May, you might be my favourite month this year.
I would describe May as kaleidoscope or prism or insert object that lets you see multiple colours at the same time.I was living but in May I became alive. Senses, connections, interactions and experiences were just a little more richer. Concepts, ideologies and conversations were a little more, intriguing. Food tasted a little bit better. Laughter was a little more robust. The world, the world was just a bit brighter. Everything was a just a little more. I could see music. I could taste sound. I could smell colour. There was just enough or everything but, a little more than usual.
May had me thinking that I was a poet. That I could write sonnets. May had me feeling like I was in love. In love for the first time with where I was in my life. May had me thinking that maybe where I am now is where I should be. It is a celebration and not a conduit to the destination. I loved every single breath, every wink, every single space I have inhibited this month. I have engrained every single smile, every single kind nod, every single congratulations, every single well done in my brain. I have been alive in the month of May.
May has made me forget fear and doubt. May has cast light. Beautiful light. Light that has shone in cracks where my demons used to hide. Fear is no longer in my vocabulary. Doubt, maybe doubt but, we are working on that. I bask in May’s light. It is not external light. I glow from within.
May has been a month of inspiration. I have met wonderful, intriguing, phenomenal people. People without knowing replenished my cup when I was on empty. People who said here is hope and confidence take it and run.
May was a month of mindfulness and gratitude.
May was the month I was reborn.
Until next time,