03/20/2026
Gather close, beloved witches, because I have a story to tell.
Itโs an old one. The kind that survives in fragments and whispers, carried through the centuries like a coal kept alive under ash.
Long ago, when the people of northern Europe still kept careful watch on the turning of the seasons, there was said to be a bright goddess who walked at the edge of spring. Her name was ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ.
We know only a little about her... The story comes to us through the writings of the monk Bede, who recorded that the Anglo-Saxons once celebrated her during a spring month called ฤosturmลnaรพ.
By his account, this was a time of feasting and celebration, when people honored a goddess whose name would eventually lend itself to the Christian festival of ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ.
But history is a careful, cautious thing, and it rarely keeps the full stories of old gods. What remains are glimpses... a name, a season, a hint of devotion.
And yet.
Anyone who has lived close to the land knows exactly the kind of spirit that would walk the world at this time of year.
The ground softens.
The light returns earlier each morning.
Birdsong appears where winter left only silence.
Something is moving through the world.
In modern pagan tradition, the spring equinox, the moment when day and night stand in perfect balance, is celebrated as ๐ข๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ, falling near the ๐ฆ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐พ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ผ๐
.
Many witches see this as the season of Eostreโs rising: the bright threshold where winter breaks and life begins its quiet return.
This is why the symbols that gather around this time feel so ancient and familiar.
โค Eggs, holding the promise of life not yet visible.
โค Hares, quick and fertile, racing across newly thawed fields.
โค And the growing light of dawn, stretching further into the morning sky.
So... if you wished to honor Eostre in the old folk way, it would not require grand ceremony.
โค Rise early and greet the sunrise.
โค Plant something living in the soil.
โค Leave a little bread or honey at the edge of your garden.
โค Paint an egg and whisper your hopes for the coming season into its shell.
Simple things.
But then, the oldest magick usually is.
Because whether we call her goddess, spirit of the season, or simply the turning of the year, the Bright One of spring always arrives the same way:
quietly,
patiently,
and with green life in her hands. ๐ฑ
Blessings,
~ Baba
