May is closing today. It's folding up its bittersweet pages and releasing me to go along my way. I don't know whether to celebrate or sit down for a wholehearted weep. Some months are like that.
Full of reminders of what we will someday lose and of what we must do between now and then. Full of questions that have no easy answers. Full of days that ask you, "Just how badly do you want to be humane?" Full of days that make you work for it, breathe for it, live for it.
As suddenly as May dropped in it is bowing out; as though it never happened at all. Like a toddler that comes to dump out the toys, but not to play. Like the Cat in the Hat who comes and disrupts your living but sweeps through and rights everything before mother comes home.
Many people that I love have been struggling this month. If you, too have been wading through the deep this month, I hope that the promise of relief is in sight.
Anna Turner is the woman behind Little Hearth. She's an ordained interfaith minister, a writer, a believer in purposeful living and healing, a perpetual student, and a full time feminist mother.