Ahhhh. The start of my favorite month of the year. I love May, its my birth month and usually feel my best in the Springtime sun. I have a annual mood cycle, a bell curve–April through October is the flat range on top. I say it matches the “mood” of trees and flowers and animals of all stripes. My mom was just saying that we all have a cycle that is centered around when we were born, I will buy that because I really feel brightened up this time of year. (Lets talk in mid December, if you can find me, I might be hiding under the covers). Funny we call it Spring Fever, this pep in our step. The glum side of the coin is called Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). I am not even sure if Affective is used correctly but it sure makes a great acronym. You know what, I call BS on this “disorder.” My cycle is what is–a part of nature, as we are human beings. Moods change. A little “bustle in your hedgerow.” Humans must be the only species on Earth that don’t accept this cycle. Instead we pile on tinsel and fake cheerful music during the quiet somber months of December. An obvious effort to divert. Anyhow, we are on the up cycle now, time to enjoy the moment.
So in honor of May. In honor of International Worker’s Day. And in honor of feeling productive. I am going to commit myself to publishing a one of a kind blog post written by yours truly , everyday for the entire Month of May. Just to see if I can do it, maybe to test myself, or to just keep working on my craft. (I ALMOST deleted this because now I have to keep to this pronouncement…or not. Whatever its my blog I can do what I want).
I will mainly focus on articles and stories that capture the spirit of new thoughts, the wide open, anything that pushes the boundaries of how we live and think today. I love researching, its something I do well and its always what I want to do for a living. Research topics and comment and analyze. This will be the thrust of this lovely month. I don’t want to perpetuate outmoded cycles, the same conflicts and paradigms. So a little less navel gazing and more looking for the bright spots in the world. If we want to make a difference we have to perpetuate change. ‘Tis the season!
“So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,
To-morrow ’ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year;
To-morrow ’ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day,
For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I’m to be Queen o’ the May.”
—Alfred Lord Tennyson