April and May have passed in a moment, with Summer arriving right at the doorstep.
These last days of May were hot, like Summer. In two months time, outside, in nature, a profound change has taken place. At first, there was this slow, gradual change of colours. Some new spring green popping up between wintry brown. And then, a sudden outburst of all kinds of greens, whites and yellows. Birches, beeches, poplars all carrying leaves in different shades of greens. Some, still young, fresh greens. Others already deepening, showing more ripeness of an arriving Summer. Bright yellow dandelions, only to turn to dust and being carried away by the wind a few weeks later. And how I love the scent of Queen Anne’s lace. To me, it’s the scent of May.
No wonder the Church has connected its celebrations with nature. How can you not sing Hallelujah to all this lushness and abundance of colour, scent and sound? And no doubt, this wisdom is shared by other religions too. Because, to me, in its best, most wisest form, religion is an instrument, a language to connect with people and with their everyday existence. To help them step out of the routine and burden of every day life, to take a breath and feel free. In order to connect anew and fresh again with their daily life.
In that sense, taking a walk through the fields is like lighting a candle and say a prayer in church. Feeling free and opening up to the mystery of being.