~May 4
Little May Rose,
turn around, turn around!
Little May Rose,
we watch you turn round!
Rose of the May,
come away, come away,
Rose of the May,
to the woods, come away.
How merry we are,
as the season closes,
how merry we go
from May to the roses.
-Alsacian folksong of spring
The bright beauty of spring is short-lived, yet none the less beautiful for that. One of the great lessons we can learn from spring is to revel in, but not cling to, those lovely things that come our way for a moment, for a month, for a season. All things, all people, pass-some more quickly than others. We can either mourn constantly for our losses, or praise the goddess for the brief beauties that flower in our lives.
It always seems easier to let go of what we define as difficult or painful than it is to release pleasure and joy. Yet both, equally, must pass. What sustains us through pain can seem unfair when life grows pleasurable again. Yet spring cannot stay. Embrace it, and let it go.
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