The human eye can identify more shades of green than any other colour.
And as the wave of spring rolls across the landscape,
They are all on show on the surface of the earth.
Leaves and vines and grasses twisting and twining around each other.
Stems and buds plump with the sap rising with the fruits and berries that are to come.
And as the greenness spreads and thickens across the earth,
It calls your spirit upwards and outwards.
The rustle of the new green leaves on the shoots of grass calls you outwards.
The softness and the plumpness and the lushness of the landscape calls you to reach out to it.
To touch it.
To place your bare skin against it.
To know this earth with all of your senses.
And as the sun sets and the full May moon rises,
She will not let you home to bed.
She calls you to be with her.
To be on the earth.
She calls you to find a place to be in the long grass beneath a blossom tree.
In the moonlight,
The heavy blossom glows like a bride.
And with your bare feet on the still warm earth,
You turn your face towards her.
And let the softest part of yourself meet the softness of the blossom.
You allow the softness of your own cheek to be caressed by the blossom.
Like a thousand kisses.
Each one falling.
With a message to say,
You are loved.
And as the blossom falls,
It softens the scars and hardened parts of yourself.
It allows you to meet the parts of yourself that are full with sap and life energy like the greenery around.
It allows you to meet the parts of yourself that twist and twine and dance in any direction.
It allows you to luxuriate in yourself.
To fall in love with yourself.
It allows you to fall in love with the parts of yourself that grow like a wild weed.
Up from the earth and across the earth.
The falling blossom allows you to dance with yourself.
The strong parts and the gentle parts.
Dancing together.
Merging together.
In a wild tangled mess of beauty.
Friends Come and feel it for yourself.
You
