May is coming, May is here. She wears flowers in her hair, flowers everywhere. She throws her cares to the wind and waits for them to come back as dreams. They tangle in her hair. She tastes salt. With her arms thrown open she knows the word Joy. 

May brought me a first born son~a man I adore beyond measure. A man who holds the history of love in his veins. His eyes the color of the sky without a cloud in sight. He is goodness.

May is a celebration, an invitation, a way to say hello to what will be. A reminder to never wake up with the word sorry in your heart. Forgiveness is medicine rooted in wisdom. It makes things flower. 

xo