Ostara is the goddess of hope for the future. She’s the goddess of the blooming flower, the sprouting seed, the hatching egg, and the newborn baby. She reminds us that it’s always darkest before the dawn, that every winter ends, and that for every death there is new life.
Sometimes it doesn’t always seem that way. Our ancestors knew that. Even when they abandoned the old gods for the new one, they kept the basic idea of Easter. Yesterday was Good Friday, a solemn commemoration of their god’s death, when things seemed hopeless for his followers. Tomorrow they celebrate his rebirth.
Easter or Ostara or whatever you want to call it, it’s about how we’ll get through this. We might be going through a rough time right now, but all things must pass. Just hang in there. The snow will melt, the flowers will bloom, the birds will return. We’ll never forget the hardships of winter, the setbacks we’ve had, the loved ones lost, but all is not lost, and life will continue.
A Heathen Naturalist 