Warm breezes, Indian plum blossoms, the flurry of birds in the trees, crocus in full glory, daffodils swelling towards bursting:  all around us are the signs of the arrival of spring.   With the coming of balanced night and day, all Beings are pushing through the last limitations of winter—rising up through the soil, unfolding to a long-absent sun, awakening to new warmth.

In celebrating the spring equinox*, we too release our limitations of the season passed; we invite equilibrium into our lives to prepare for the flux towards summer.  Equinox is but a moment, a single deep breath on the wheel of the year.  Yet this still-point of quiescence holds the seed—the potential—for all movement beyond itself.  Just as folklore tells us we can forecast the weather of an entire season based on the conditions during the full moon nearest an equinox or solstice, the intentions we hold in this moment of symmetry lead us on naturally towards their own fulfillment.

This is the power we will meet, this is the dance we will join, and this is the majick we will midwife on Eostara’s night.

Gather together in hues of emergence, light pale green candles, sing and dance for Persephone’s return.  Feast on eggs and sprouts and tender greens.  Share soda biscuits and sparkling waters.

Blessed Be,

~Rae

*March 20^th at 4:21pm Pacific Daylight Time

²From Dreaming ~ An Almanac of Lesbian Lore and Vision, Nett Hart and Lee Lanning, Edds, 1983