May is the Final Bloom

Spring always starts with promises. Promises of growth, renewal, warmth, and light. And every year, we tell ourselves this is the season we’ll finally slow down. Breathe more. Let go of the heavy things we’ve been dragging through winter.

But by the time May rolls in, something shifts. The air is thicker. The flowers aren’t just budding—they’re in full bloom. The birds aren’t just returning—they’re nesting. Life isn’t just waking up anymore—it’s moving forward. And it’s a quiet reminder: spring doesn’t last forever. The time to begin is now.

In the leaf community, many of us know what it means to start over. Whether it’s recovering from illness, stepping away from toxic systems, breaking old habits, or simply reclaiming control of our own bodies—new beginnings aren’t abstract to us. They’re survival. They’re sacred.

And yet, even sacred things can be slow. Healing doesn’t always feel like blooming. Some days it feels like dragging your roots through stone. Other days it feels like sitting in the sun and wondering if it’s okay to feel good. May reminds us that both are valid. Both are part of the process.

So if you’re just now finding your footing—welcome. You’re not late. If you’re changing your direction—go with grace. And if you’re tired, even as the world wakes up—rest. Because May isn’t a deadline. It’s a launchpad. It’s the soft push that says, “You don’t have to be ready. You just have to begin.”

Let this be the month you plant something new—even if it’s just a thought. Let it be the time you forgive yourself, just a little more than yesterday. Let it be the moment you say, “I’m not who I was, and that’s a good thing.”

Because spring is a season of beginning.
And May? May is the moment we become.