We’re heading into my favorite holiday season of the year – Spring – when traditional religious and Pagan symbolism become strange bedfellows for a few weeks. Nothing tickles me pastel pink like a barely budding tree covered in egg ornaments. Eggs hanging from trees! The Christians are celebrating the resurrection, The Jewish tradition is honoring their deliverance from slavery, the Pagan’s famously fertile bunny rabbits are out delivering famously fertile eggs full of confections, jelly beans and money. Sugary peeps too Oh wait, that’s the Christians….
Well, the Pagans are excited about the flora and fauna, and the returning daylight. Most are not opposed to chocolate bunnies & eggs. Or an occasional peep.
Chocolate, baby animals, fertility symbols, sugar, cash, resurrection and deliverance? So much better than Christma-Solsti-Kwanz-ukkah: Returning Sun, birth of Son (of God), rededicated Temple and fruit cake. Oh, and presents. The presents are cool. But can they compete with the virility and fertility of Spring? I think not.
It’s pretty easy to view those eggs and bunnies as being too sexy for their basket, too sexy for their basket… too sexy for their bask-et…
Each spring, I watch my outer landscape to see what’s coming up. Looking for signs of things planted last fall, I also keep an eye out for bare spots that will need some help this season.
Then I do exactly the same for my inner landscape, noting sprouts of physical, mental, emotional and spiritual growth that I put into motion last year, and the bare patches that will require new actions before anything will grow.
Or better yet, I walk the dogs and we will observe both Mother Earth’s demonstrations, and those of humanity as well.