Here is this weeks blog. Back to normal. A poem followed by an optional impression.
This blog is Pagan in it’s theme so if that is offensive to you or not your intrest you’ll want to skip this blog.
I am in holiday mode so I will get back to everyone tomorrow. I haven’t forgotten you! 🙂
For those of you who will read this impression. Ostara is Easter without the Christianty. The holiday has many names. I choose this one. The impression is a very general sweeping overview of the Pagan origions of Ostara. It is not specific. I’ll leave specifics for another time. 🙂
If you do want to know more about Easter/Ostara traitions seriously…type Easter Traditions into your searching browser of choice and knock yourself out! There is an endless variety of traditions and activities to read about and enjoy.
If your desperate for a place to start, these are three of my favourites for egg decorating goodness. 🙂
Okay…Here we go! 🙂
Diffuse amber rays light a easterly path.
To half hidden corners filled with jasmine
Seeing their first light
After winters cold darkness.
Wildflowers carpet paths
And cracks between stones.
The grass soft bright green
Heavy with droplets of rain.
The clouds lie low
Some white lined with mornings gold.
Some grey with silvery linings.
A whiff of warmth lies on the early morning breeze.
Frost cast aside.
The world alight
In soft rock daisy pastels and chrythanumum whites,
Greens of new stem and leaf, soft purples and blues.
Life itself seems to be smiling.
All so fresh
All so brand new.
Meadows are dotted with cottonballs of sheep
full and lush with plenty for all to eat.
Magies warble now one of so many
Lorikeet, Galah, Raven and Corella.
Lambs dance in the early morning sun.
Calves are prancing about.
Even old mother cow.
She takes a leap down the hill running
With all her might.
Life itself is at play.
Laughter and smiles
Energy busts forth spontaneously.
On a table strewn with cut daisies
A spread of fruit, butter, scones
Is waiting for after eggs are discovered.
Eggs of bright red, yellow and blue,
Boiled, chocolate, and papier mâché.
Eggs, writ with designs
Of life, love, fertility.
Eggs carved with flowers, rabbits and lambs.
Life itself relaxes in the Spring morning.
Full of possibilites and curiosities.
We too can relax and give thanks.
Ponder the future, linger and wonder.
We too can laugh and breathe fresh breath.
© 2010 Tikarma Vodicka
Poetical Impressions. Ostara, 19th September 2010
One a spring morning, sometime just after equinox a woman and her children went gathering.
They weren’t aware that the spring equinox had just passed but they knew the days were getting warmer, and each day bought with it more lasting light and warmth.
Even with all the rain that had recently poured down. They were aware that as if by magic all the frost and snow had given way to fresh new grass and wildflowers.
The ground was soft to walk upon, the air held the rich scent of pollen and many trees buzzed with bees as birds flitted about as if dancing.
This mother knew that if they stood very still by the edges of a clearning and were very quiet they may see rabbits and if they were very lucky a doe with her fawn.
The mother returned with her children who carried bunches of wildflowers and blossoms. Not for any reason other than they were pretty. It made them feel good to smell the scents of the flowers and look upon the freshness of them and some were edible.
Men returned home with the first good hunt of game. That night the community gathered with their shaman and were told stories of how this time came to be, and how the stars and the sun came to change their courses.
The shaman knew equinox had just passed. Many years of study had showed him that at this time the amount of day and night would be equal for one day with the light then further increasing. He was assured of summers return and he in turn reassured the community. Blessing their hunting weapons and gathering baskets.
This would go for several nights until the community had shared all its knowledge.
As time went on and these communities combined and became larger, domesticated crops would be blessed as well as hunting weapons and the fruit trees that most people gathered fruit from.
Some communities would celebrate equinox with their spiritual leaders, culminating in several days of celebration. Other communites would hold their celebrations after equinox when their spiritual leaders were certain of summers return.
People now were even more aware of springs return. Goats gave birth to kids, lambing and calving season began elsewhere. Domesticated fowl began laying eggs again. The shoots from planting at Imbolc began to rise from the soil.
It was these first eggs and those wildflowers and rabbits that paved the way for the traditions of Ostara.
An abundance of flowers meant an abundace of life and fertility. Rabbits and eggs too meant fertile times were ahead.
In the quieter days while it rained and in some areas where Spring came a little later the first laid eggs would be kept aside. The nourishing yolks would be blown form their insides and used in cooking. The shells were carefully preserved and decorated with symbols that would represent the needs of the community and the joy of spring.
Eggs held a very portable symbol of fertility and new life. In times when living was hard they were a reasuring symbol that life really would indeed get easier.
As spring came closer some eggs were boiled; to play games with, to use as charms and to eat on the day of celebration when everything would be painted in bright colours and decorated in flowers.
Ostara is a movable holiday just as the the days of spring wax and wane from warm to cold to warm again.
It was known though that after equniox one could say spring had arrived.
As houses were painted with bright flowers and colours and trees decorated with painted eggs, flower arragements would be made for the home and to bring to the comminuty gathering.
Before Christanity put its stamp on Ostara what were they celebrating? Simply, life. That they were alive, the earth was alive and that life would go on.
It’s easy to forget in these modern times that our ancestors really struggled and went through a lot of loss over winter. It really was an achievent to see yourself and family to Spring. Ostara gave them a reason to celebrate, cast aside their sorrows and look forward to new life and the future.
The food supply was now secure, the rain ensured the crops planted would indeed grow, the laughter from the children running around and playing games gave them hope.
It’s easy to take so much for granted in this modern age, we’re warm, well fed, have many luxuries. It easy to get wrapped up in our worlds and daily struggles that we forget to be grateful. Not just for what we have but our very existance.
Through the symbols of Ostara, be they chocolate or the good old fashioned boiled egg we can stop to take a moment to truely be grateful for the miracle of life, natures ability to renew itself and for our own lives.
We can use the symbols of Ostara to help us visualise those elemnts we desire in our lives.
For many Ostara becomes all too quickly the realm of children. Yet chocolate too is just another addition of the sweet meats and treats that would be given at this time. The sweet of spring!
If we look not very far to the traditions still practised today in Europe we can see that Ostara holds more than just sweets for children. It also holds a wealth of creative fun for ourselves to draw out our inner child.
Many shy away from decoration because they aren’t artistic, but that’s half the laugh. Having some fun and seeing what you can create. You may surprise youself!
Ostara is the big uninhibited smile, the gasp and surprise to see a rabbit hopping down the street, the awe of a sparrow lighting on your window sill. Ostara, is the deep breath and the relax as you feel the suns’ warmth on your skin. Ostara is the belly laugh of jokes shared.
Ostara is life.
I wish you all a wonderful week ahead.
May a light of hope shine its way into the quieter corners of your days
May energy and a love for life find its way to your heart and spirits.
Take care all.