It's the morning of the Spring Equinox, also known by it's old Pagan name, Ostara. I awoke with one thought in my head, probably inspired by some elusive dream that melted with the opening of my eyes, today's the day, I've got to get moving. I haven't prepared a big celebration today, my little grands won't be visiting for a couple of weeks, although we'll have a big celebration then. I have not set up a fancy altar, although I did boil a few eggs last night, and I have a bottle of honey mead for this evening to enjoy with the Old Gods, but I did not prepare a huge event this year. I awoke, fed the cats, made coffee, and before it was done, I set forth to walk through the meadows of Aelfheim, to see what lessons the spirits of the land had to offer on this equinox morning.
|I still need to color my eggs, and the flower pots will be transformed into an Ostara egg tree for when my little grands come to stay for a late Equinox celebration. I love the cheery flameless candle and embroidered Ostara candle wrap that my mom gave me! See more here (Frogbirds House)|
The first thing I noticed was the empty bird feeders, so I went to the barn for some bird seed and suet blocks. As I worked in the chilled morning air, the birds gathered in a nearby stand of budding trees. Cardinals, woodpeckers, sapsuckers, juncos, doves and chickadees alike, watching my every move. Once they realized, "Oh she's filling it up, hey guys, she's filling it up!" It was as if laughter erupted from the trees! They rose such a ruckus, they could hardly wait for me to leave so they could have their equinox morning feast.
|A moth enjoying sap flowing from the maple.|
My next stop was to visit the Four Trees Oak. I decided to step up into the middle of the magical trees that all grow from one trunk for a quick blessing on this magical day of balance. The equal hours of day and night inspired me to seek balance for my own spirit and I know no other place at Aelfheim better than the Four Trees Oak to find that balance. I stood there peacefully soaking up the energy, feeling the tree summoning up life from under ground, pulsing with the life of yet another spring.
|New buds on the maple tree, neighbor of the Four Trees Oak.|
My spiritual battery recharged, I decided to take a brisk walk through the back pastures, the sun thankfully was shining through the branches of the trees, although mostly bare, they bear the new buds of potential. I've decided that a morning constitutional will become part of my daily routine, to boost my metabolism before my coffee and breakfast, and also to watch this new land that I'm beginning a relationship with as it waxes and wanes through the year.
|Wild Cinquefoil bursts forth from beneath some dry leaves.|
|The vast areas of mossy faerie carpet is becoming an emerald green, offering promise of life returning to the land.|
Upon returning to my house, I grabbed a stale bagel I had put aside and tore it into pieces as I strolled over to the bird feeder that's in front of my studio window and began tossing the bits around the base. The birds scattered upon my arrival at their feeding station, but as I was finishing up my work, a lone brave nuthatch flew over and positioned himself upside down on the shepherds hook (as is their nature to do) and curiously looked right at me. I could have reached out and touched him, but didn't dare try. "Well, hello." I said softly. Not wanting to appear rude, the nuthatch replied, "Hello, thanks for the bagel." and then flew back up to a nearby tree top. I chucked as I walked away, "Your welcome, my friend, enjoy!"
|Moss with new spring sporophyte pushing their way upward, eventually releasing spores to continue the green carpet yet further along the path.|
Where is my Ostara altar? It's all around me!