When I was a little girl, on May 1st (or maybe the night before) we made tiny baskets of flowers and anonymously left them on the doorsteps of our neighbors. I haven’t thought about this tradition in so many years…how sweet was that?! I remember leaving them, and how excited I felt seeing them on our doorstep too. Yesterday I was walking with my mother and she said something about loving spring and then said, “Years ago I wrote you a letter, telling you that you reminded me of spring”. I believed her, but did not have any recollection of that letter. What sweet words…to have never really “heard” until yesterday, 30-35 years later. They felt like a surprise gift.
Recently I was with a friend and his 15-year-old daughter. She had been in a play and did a wonderful job. Her father was complimenting her all over the place and I could just see his words almost bouncing off her. It was as if she was thinking, “Yeah, yeah I know you think I’m great but who cares what you think?!” I wonder if, in 40 years, she will remember his kind, supportive words? I seem to have remembered the negative things that my parents said to me, and wonder how, I too, might have just let the positive ones bounce off…not thinking that their opinions/feelings were important.
As I looked up the history of May Day this morning, one site said that this day’s celebrations mark the end of the dark season of no growth and the beginning of new growth/life and spring. Negative thoughts and words do weigh us down…inhibit our ability to enjoy life..I want more “spring in my step” not less, more lightness of spirit, happiness and inner joy. I want more “spring”! I would like to set my intention to listen for, and to really hear, more of the good that is being said; to let the negative words that I hear be the ones that bounce off.