Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I’m about to start writing our rite (riting??) for Spring Equinox, also know as Ostara and various other goddess related names. I’m using the theme of fresh beginnings, which is common through ritual work at the Sabbats, as we cleanse away that which is no longer required, and look forward to new achievements, new goals and new way of living.
How do you celebrate this time between Imbolc and Beltane, when light and night are in perfect accord?