大象传媒

A spiritual comment and prayer to start the day with Rabbi Jonathan Wittenberg

Good Morning.

Maigloeckchen, she called them in her native German, 鈥榯he bells of May鈥�, lily of the valley. My grandmother loved them, and I do too, with their modest, sweet-scented flowers.

May Day was traditionally considered the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice.

On the first of the month, the Old Farmer鈥檚 Almanac says, one welcomes the spring by 鈥楤ringing in the May鈥� with branches of magnolia, redbud, lilac, or other local blooms.

I shall do as instructed, since it鈥檚 my wife鈥檚 birthday. And we鈥檒l keep 鈥榥o mow May鈥� in our garden, and through June and July too, to help the wildflowers, butterflies and birds.

鈥楾hink global, act local,鈥� runs the strapline. What with biodiversity loss, red lists, amber lists, and extinctions, thinking global can numb the brain. So it鈥檚 good to remember that acting local still matters. Every species rescued means a world less impoverished, and, who knows, maybe our bug hotel, bird feeder or hedgehog highway helped make the difference.

We need to love them more: woodlands, parks, gardens, roadside verges, and the lonely trees in the concrete.

Amitav Ghosh recounts in his brilliant The Nutmeg鈥檚 Curse how fellow author Robin Kimmemer congratulated her indigenous guide for his comprehensive knowledge of the names of the local plants. 鈥樷�漎es,鈥� the guide nods and replies with downcast eyes. 鈥淵es, I have learnt the names of all the bushes, but I have yet to learn the songs.鈥�

His words remind me of a beautiful saying by Rebbe Nachman of Breslav: 鈥楴ot a plant but sings to the spirit its unique melody鈥�.

May our hearts be opened to hear those melodies.

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