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Young April: The Symbolic Blooming of Our Inner Story
Look inward and discover the power of your life story
April always reminds me of the beauty of rebirth after a long period of what appeared like stillness. The quietness of the first three months of the year — what I’ve come to call the time of the dark nurse — was not empty but full of invisible gestation and deep inner work.
Like the roots of a tree, which absorb nutrients from the underworld through winter, preparing in silence for the season of blooming, April, and soon May and June, herald a new phase. A time of blossoming, yes, but also of sacrifice.
I call this the season of the creative mother and the destructive mother, because for something new to be born, something old must die.
April has felt like a symbolic rebirth; intense, honest, and shared.
On social media, I’ve reflected on what it means to bring new visions into the world, and the grief that often comes with releasing what no longer serves. I’ve explored how this ties into my path through Jungian psychology, Gothic literature, and symbolic art. And I’ve spoken about the sacred act of exploring our personal myth as a way of living a life more aligned with our essence.
