May March be the month we honor the dual nature of spring.
May we open our mouths to the rain without swallowing the storm.
May we open our eyes to the sun without being blinded by its brilliance.
May we open our ears to the cries of others without being deafened by the cacophony of need.
May we open our hands to receive our daily bread without grasping for more.
May March be the month we rest in the sweet spot of openness and boundaried.
