Yesterday, I celebrated Ostara with my coven. Usually, we would meet in a beautiful spot under the open sky and honour the Goddess and God in joint celebration.
This year, of course, this has been impossible. As all of life on Earth has been confined to quarters, we met up online instead. Not really the same, but the best we could do under these exceptional circumstances.
As part of this online celebration, I wrote the following words. I now want to share them with you because I feel that they may give you some comfort in these trying times:
“On a very personal level, for me, Ostara is the rite of new beginnings. After the long slumber of winter, Mother Earth and humankind are emerging from their hiding places.
It is time to go out there, feel the fresh wind on your face, watch nature blossom and feel the hope of a new dawn.
Now is the time to put plans, hatched during the long, dark hours of winter, into action. Now is the time to seed, plant, sow and nurture. This is the time for planting.
But it is not just time to get the proverbial plants into the ground in your garden or window box, now is the time to sow the seeds of your plans for the year ahead.
Start that project you have been thinking about all winter, or finish the one you left off on at the end of last year.
Hibernation time is finally over and it is time to “spring” (pun intended) into action.
This year, Ostara has a particularly special meaning for me. With the terrible global events going on right now and with most of humanity being cooped up in their homes, their hiding places, it feels hard to see how we can jump into action.
Right now, it rather more feels like our long winter sleep has just been forcefully extended by another few months.
But the exact opposite is true. By temporarily removing humankind from the bigger picture, Mother Earth is finally getting the breather that She needs to emerge into full bloom herself.
With factories around the world shut, hardly any traffic, virtually no planes and generally no-one around to pollute this planet, the Earth is starting to heal. And She is healing fast.
The ozone hole is already showing signs of improvement. The air is fresh and clean over some of the most polluted cities on Earth. Rivers are starting to run clear for the first time in decades.
So this is a real time of spring, emergence and new beginning for our beloved Gaia, or Mother Earth.
This alone makes this period of enforced rest much more bearable. Nature shows us that there is always hope, no matter how tough the situation. That there is always light as well as dark. Good and bad. Yin and Yang. It is the fundamental rule of the Universe and life itself.
For me, this spring, this Ostara, is a sign of hope for all humanity. Hope, that these drastic times will be a wake-up call for all humans on Earth. Hope that once this is all over, we will collectively turn around and say that there is another way. That we can change the world for the better. That we must tread more gently on this Earth. That we can look after the most vulnerable in our societies. That a true sense of community will spring forth from being forced apart.
I pray to Gaia, the Universe, the mighty Metatron and all of my ancestors and spirit guides that this is the dawn of the Golden Age of Aquarius as it has been foretold by so many.
It would be a blessing to know that a new hope, a new and better world is on the horizon for all of us and to be honoured enough to witness it.
I’ll leave you with a poem that I wrote today when thinking about what this year’s Ostara means to me:
Hush ─ can you hear it? Hear the deafening silence? The silence of life itself come to a halt.
Listen ─ the sound of life. Distant yet right here within. Blood pulsing in rhythm wit Gaia Herself.
See ─ the colours of hope. Flooding the liquid horizon. With hues of pinks and blues and gold.
Feel ─ the tide is rising. Life regaining its rightful place. Abundance abounding all around.
Hope ─ the world is changing. Can you feel it? New lands just beyond the horizon.
Brightest of Ostara blessings to all of you, dear readers.