I’ve been a rather wistful mood these last few weeks. Part of it is that I have been watching the spring change into early summer, bright blossoms disappearing petal by petal. Part of it is a sense of loss I feel at this time of year because my mother’s birthday was at the end of May. It’s been six years since she’s been in this world and I miss her so.
I have been feeling my own mortality, too – I’m no spring chicken. I found a dead crane fly on my window sill a while ago. It was a beautiful reminder of how fleeting life really is. We must acknowledge that the life around us and in us is moving on. We must take it as a call to action to be our best selves now and to make the most of the time we are given.