This morning, my surroundings are stirred by bird song. I’m lifted on movement and sound, stirred.
The name, May, allows me to unfold in a request. May I open, trust, thrust.
The name comes from the Roman goddess Maia, a nurturer and earth goddess. She is the goddess of growing plants.
The word also comes from the Latin word majores, “elders” because elders were celebrated during this month. It makes sense as our wisdom grows, softens, and blossoms in spring and falls in fall.
I’m with movement today, movement within and around me, and I continue to be stirred as I read and absorb these words of Takuan Soho from “The Right Mind and the Confused Mind”.
If the mind congeals in one place and remains with one thing, it is like frozen water and is unable to be used freely: ice that can wash neither hands nor feet. When the mind is melted and is used like water, extending throughout the body, it can be sent wherever one wants to send it.