For me May Day is a beautiful, extrovert, yet personal celebration.
If we have made it so far, if we have managed to spring anew through the dim winter and the tumultuous coming of spring, then we should celebrate it and accept our rewards of the season’s sheer light, the saturated landscapes or the floating optimism.
This is what we celebrate on May Day. I personally celebrate this and my mom’s birthday, a day which smells of strawberries. But I make a mental note never to miss to ‘dip’ into this happy mood, these memories and the traditional day events because of my grandmother. So I could say that I also celebrate May Day in love for my grandmother.
Some 15 years ago, on May Day, my grandmother had come over to the house so we would go out to pick flowers together and make our wreaths. I had gone out the night before and when I got up late, I was in no mental or physical state to go out searching for flowers. Coordintation and motivation were too demanding skills. My grandmother waited patiently for me to collect myself. Some hours later I asked her to go on her own. Her reply has stayed with me ever since. She said that some days in the calendar year are symbolic, May Day was one of them. She said that missing the symbolism of such days allows for banality to take over our lives. And that is unbearable. So, she insisted in me getting my act together and gift myself with an outstanding day!
My grandmother suffers from Alzheimer’s Desease now and she has no clue May Day just passed or that it is a special day. It is to her I keep a promise ever since, that for as long as I have my wits or strength, I will be celebrating the beauty of life, the outstanding beauty of life.