Seasons of Change: What the Maypole and Festival of Courage Taught Me

Before I came here, I had never heard of a Maypole or the Festival of Courage.

The day of the Maypole celebration, we started by making flower crowns. At first, I wasn’t sure how to twist the flowers together, but someone showed me, and then it became fun—and beautiful. After that, we helped the younger kids make their crowns. I didn’t expect that part to feel so special, but it did. Their little hands were so careful, and they looked up at us like we were experts. 😆

Then we went to the field where the Maypole stood tall and bright with ribbons. The dance was something I’d never done before—we moved in a pattern, weaving the ribbons as we circled the pole. I danced next to my friend Fifi, and it was both of our first times. That made it even more meaningful. After the dancing, we had a little snack of shared strawberries and cookies.

What I noticed most during the Maypole celebration wasn’t just how joyful it felt, but how comfortable I felt. A year ago, I would’ve been too shy to join the circle. Even just trying something new in front of others felt impossible. But this time, I didn’t second guess myself. I just danced. It felt like something small, but to me, it meant a lot.

Later in the fall came the Festival of Courage. Last year, I didn’t take part. I stayed in the background, unsure of what was happening, not feeling ready. But this year, I was part of it—I joined the butterflies. We moved through the space as drummers played and the fire and water crews performed. I could feel the meaning in everything: fire representing boldness, water showing calm strength. I liked that—how courage includes being gentle, grounded, quiet, and still brave.

The whole experience made me reflect on what courage means for me now. It’s not about being fearless or always speaking up. Sometimes it’s just about showing up. Trying. Being seen. And this year, I did all of that. I wasn’t waiting on the side—I was in it, fully.

These traditions reminded me how far I’ve come. I used to watch, unsure if I belonged. Now, I feel more than confident joining in.

I’m growing into myself more with every season. These festivals don’t just mark spring or fall anymore. For me, they mark progress. They remind me that I’ve changed—and that I’m still growing.

If you’re reading this, thank you. And if you want to support our journey, I’d be so grateful. Because without support from people like you, none of this would be possible.

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