Blessed Ostara

It's a Pagan Celebration again, and thus I post for sure ^_^. Today we celebrate Ostara, also known as Vernal Equinox, or Spring Equinox. A year has two equinoxes, one in Spring (Ostara) and one in Autumn (Mabon), and during these days the day and the night are supposed to be of the same lenght. From the Vernal Equinox on - or Ostara - the days become longer than the nights and will remain so until the Autumn Equinox.

Given the situation I've been through since February, I'm taking this celebration as a sign of hope. This year, Ostara means for me that it doesn't matter how long the darkness, the sadness and the difficulties might have been or looked like or felt like, in the natural cycle of life everything evens up, and soon the light, the Sun and the warmth takes over. Goodness doesn't get leveled down by Evil, because Nature in herself is good, but the forces against it, though allowed to exist, do get evened up.

How will I celebrate? Well, I wanted to make little bunny rolls, but there's no flour at home and I've been too busy to get some, and too tired to consider baking bread. So I guess I'll grab my lavender and sage seeds and plant them, then make myself a boiled egg and meditate on the lenghtening of light and how all the positive energy of the universe flows gently into our days to make them better. :-)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

And here we are, once again, celebrating St. Patrick's Day. ^_^ I'm wearing my beautiful St. Patrick's necklace, with was a gift from my talented friend Dragonfly-cr. The other day I met with her and we exchanged belated gifts. She gave me to simply gorgeous green necklaces, and when I say "gorgeous" I mean "drop dead, they are so Beautiful!". She told me that her sister asked her why both were green. I guess her sister doesn't know me well yet, otherwise she wouldn't ask ^_^. In case you don't know either, let me tell you: I looooooooove green. Green is my absolute most favorite color in the whole wide would. 

A couple of year's ago - I think - I went about the meaning of this day and all, so I won't repeat myself. This year this day comes to me with just fabulous chances and ideas. Things are chaning around me, and the bad strike seems to be straightening out. However, this change comes also from a few changes in my perspective. I've been thinking, and I realized that I should take action  - a much more active role - in the things I'm interested in. Now, I don't mean by things that I haven't been taking action in my life and working to make things happen, I mean that I realized that sometimes you must blow the "strategy" out of the window, roll up "diplomacy" into a little ball and slam dunk it into the waste basket, because sometimes you must dig into your closet, put on your combat boots and smear your mouth with the red lipstick our feminist foremothers called "war paint".

Some of our modern age gurus say that change is inevitable, but how come when we wait for it it never seems to arrive? Well, because sometimes we are the agents of change, we are the Ax of God and the personification of His Will. Sometimes we are the motors, so when change should come and doesn't seem to, dig out your war colors, paint your mouth red to make your manifesto stand out, strap on your boots, your war heels, and stand your ground with conviction. Sometimes we must exercise patience, but some others we must defeat fear, untangle from the tentacles of cowardice and bring out the warrior in us, the one that says that's better to die on your feet than live on your knees. The one that bathes in flames, that takes hope as an invitation for action, the one that is infused with a sense of justice and keeps pushing.

Bring out your inner warrior and see the world change around you. Be your own hero.