Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Ostara blessings!

March 20-22 -(commonly celebrated on the 21St)

-- Ostara --

Spring or The Vernal Equinox Also known as: Lady Day or Alban Eiler (Druidic)

As Spring reaches its midpoint, night and day stand in perfect balance, with light on the increase. The young Sun God now celebrates a hierogamy (sacred marriage) with the young Maiden Goddess, who conceives. In nine months, she will again become the Great Mother. It is a time of great fertility, new growth, and newborn animals.

The next full moon (a time of increased births) is called the Ostara and is sacred to Eostre the Saxon Lunar Goddess of fertility (from whence we get the word estrogen, whose two symbols were the egg and the rabbit.

The Christian religion adopted these emblems for Easter which is celebrated on the first Sunday after the first full moon following the vernal equinox. The theme of the conception of the Goddess was adapted as the Feast of the Annunciation, occurring on the alternative fixed calendar date of March 25 Old Lady Day, the earlier date of the equinox. Lady Day may also refer to other goddesses (such as Venus and Aphrodite), many of whom have festivals celebrated at this time.

Traditional Foods: Leafy green vegetables, Dairy foods, Nuts such as Pumpkin, Sunflower and Pine. Flower Dishes and Sprouts.

Herbs and Flowers: Daffodil, Jonquils, Woodruff, Violet, Gorse, Olive, Peony, Iris, Narcissus and all spring flowers.

Incense: Jasmine, Rose, Strawberry, Floral of any type.

Sacred Gemstone: Jasper

Special Activities: Planting seeds or starting a Magickal Herb Garden. Taking a long walk in nature with no intent other than reflecting on the Magick of nature and our Great Mother and her bounty.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Tired today...

Not sure why, shouldn't be. Just exhausted, really. It has been a stressful week, and not a good week for it. Hoping all these lose ends get tied up soon, my knotting fingers are getting tired...

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Today

I feel like I need to write.  But there is only silence.  The kind of silence that scrapes me somewhere back behind my sanity. The TV thunders this silence in my direction. Silent people.  Silent lives.  So loud and intrusive, just the visions of reality perceived through a lens of custom design, and they deafen me with the silence. The silence of sadness.  The silence of curiosity, and unknowing. Some would say this silence is my own.  My own silence screaming from within.  It may be.  Yet it remains and I live on.  Don't we all?  It's not a thing that maddens the everyday process or anything.  Just a silence. I know where the roots are, mostly.  I think I know how to silence the silence.