We have reached one of the two times a year that day and night are equal. A time where the cold of winter starts to seep away (if we are lucky) and the hopeful colours of spring flash on the side of the road in the forms of daffodils and tulips. The name of the festival is Ostara.
The word sounds similar to Easter, and in fact has the same origins. Easter is named after the goddess of the spring…Eostre. Eggs and small cakes were left as offerings to the goddess. Apparently she changed birds into rabbits during the winter so they could survive. The rabbits were still able to lay eggs and would leave highly decorated eggs for the goddess as a thank you for helping them survive the winter.
D has been away for the past few weeks and arrived yesterday (Ostara) around midday. This didn’t allow for much to be done but we did manage to blow eggs and dye them. I used the yokes to make lemon poppy seed muffins and tonight we are having a frittata to further our celebration. The alter has yet to change. Today was far too beautiful. We finished one more wall of the greenhouse and marveled at the mint, lemon balm and little springs of sage that survived the winter.
More important than the actual acts done during the day, are the thoughts that go along with this holiday. This is the time to plant new ideas, new dreams into the soil of the mind. I need to spend some time thinking about what these are to me. I seem to be floating around my life and am not having many intentions come into my life. However there is lots of newness coming my way, and for that I am thankful.
Happy Spring everyone. I hope you can feel the energy shift, even if the winter hasn’t, wherever you are.
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