June is the gateway to summer.

Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.

In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too.

Lilacs are May in essence.

June is the gateway to summer.

Flowers speak to us if we listen. Appreciating the blossom in hand or pausing in the garden to admire the beauty quiets our outer selves till we hear something new, something we did not hear before - the still, small voice of Nature herself.

January is the month for dreaming.