April's lessons continued. The lesson of impermanence through ethereal spring beauty reimerged for her. All year she waited impatiently for the moment to spotlight her adored cherry blossoms. This delicate blossom, so luminous; a celebrated beacon of beauty against the dark grey skys of a cool spring. Glorious, yet achingly temporal. Letting go had never been her strong suit. She tensed her body and prepared. On her last calendar day she mustered the courage and blew soft pink snow kisses to May, showering the damp earth with cherry blossoms, grateful her part in the renewal was done for another year.
Letting go of her attachment to all of her creations, her body relaxed. Allowing the transition.
The gift of impermanence giving way to the next wave of growth. A robust black raven dusted her crown with its wing on landing, honouring her with a job well done. She whispered her gratitude to the bird. She had once again earned a rest and snuggled back into her reading for another year.