The hope for May

As I've said for years, including on this blog, May has always been my favorite month.  There's just something so right about it; the warmth, the smell of the newly blossomed trees and flowers and fresh-cut grass - the promise of new things.

After the sadness and darkness that surrounded me for the last few months, I have glimmers of hope.  It's hard to keep an optimistic eye opened, but that's what I'm trying to do.  Moving forward - looking at the light and at different avenues to walk down.  Belief is everything - in myself, a higher being - whatever it is that sustains you.  And I do have some measure of belief in both myself and the highter powers.  Yes, I have my moments of despair and fear, etc. but I let them wash over me and pass - I don't hold on to them or let them control or cripple me.  Even when I feel it coming on, I pivot and find a comforting and hope-colored thought to push back.

And with the sun and warmth and soothing winds of the last few days to start this beautiful month, I have to take it and run with it.