Today I am aware of the impermanence of things. My lovely plum blossoms, which I had been enjoying immensely, are now battered from the pounding rain yesterday. The petals are a thick carpet on the paths and everything beneath the tree is coated in pink. Petals drift on the breeze like confetti, and the tree, although still a mass of pink, has lost its first magic.
It made me think of the comparison between and young budgie, fluffy feathers, bright big eyes, and an old one, the eyes are small and while still a delight, looks slightly battered by life.
Too often we forget about the impermanence of people. We think our friends and family are indestructible. We imagine that they will always be there waiting for us to check in with them when we have nothing more important to do.
Kahlil Gibran wrote on friendship-…for what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him with hours to live….
I wonder if I would be so enraptured by the plum blossoms if they were always there.