Easter

The word Easter derives from the name of an ancient goddess. Ishtar was known as the goddess of love and fertility in Babylonian society, and others called her Astarte. Eventually, the name changed to Ostara, which is "Eastre" in Old English.

Source:AOL Research & Learn.


Im not going to debate the Pagan associations that surround the Christian holiday in question, I'm simply going to elaborate on my thoughts regarding it and how I feel about it.

Easter is one of those odd holidays that doesn't fall on a "date." It falls on the first Sunday following the first full moon following the spring equinox. Get all that? This is why I never know when it is.

I'm about to get sappy, so hang on.

I love springtime. I do. With the exception of 1993, spring has always always been My Time. I feel regenerated, and recharged. Lets examine it. Springtime, the earth begins to sprout new growth, coming out of its wintery slumber. Ishtar, goddess of love and fertility, whom the day is named for. Not to mention the Christian attatchment of the Resurrection. All things return to life in the spring and bloom anew, and this is what is promised us in nearly every religious and scientific belief and theory that I am aware of.

Love and life blooming.

Love of life blooming.

The air smells clean, the wind is cool, and it isn't death-hot yet even though the sun shines bright. The only thing that could make it better would be to have the vast ocean filling my view, and for that cool wind to smell of the sea. Or possibly a hand to hold. Maybe it's time for another dose, a visit to my happy place while I am on this path to redemption during the renewal time upon us.

I'm healing, and learning, and living, and all that comes with it. I'm calm, and very nearly peaceful.

Happy Easter.