Ostara

22 03 2008

Here we formally welcome Spring in all her glory – and all her natural power. The winds round here have been something quite frightening. It’s comforting in a way to lie in bed or sit tucked up in a comfy chair, reading, and hearing the wind wuthering around the eaves. The torrential rain and blustering of Spring works better than anything to clean the land and the air, I find. I went outside yesterday evening to put some vegetable scraps into the compost bin and the air smelled abundantly fresh, and clean, and new. In fact, I was instantly transported back to my childhood, and Easters spent in my grandmother’s home in Cornwall.

Scents and memory must be one of the most primordial associations possible for human beings; the memory for scents, in my fanciful imagination, brings to mind the knowledge of a home place found again by scent; the smell of belonging to that place. Perhaps, perhaps not.  But the smell of the fresh air, the damp earth, the trees and the first cut of the grass say Spring! to me in a way that the word can’t possibly do justice to. Happy Ostara!

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22 03 2008
mama kelly

I love that first whiff of Spring … damp earth and budding green …..

blessed Ostara to you and yours

23 03 2008
The Green Witch

And to you and yours, MamaKelly!

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