Spring began today in the Northern Hemisphere at 12:15 PM EDT. I had met a friend for lunch at noon, making the 15 minute walk from my office in a chill winter’s rain. By the time we left the restaurant an hour later, it had begun to snow; fat, fluffy flakes falling up the awakening Earth.
Countless coworkers in the hallways and contacts on Facebook bemoaned the weather, complaining that it should no longer be snowing now that it is spring. They were wrong, of course. Thirty degree temps and billowing snow storms are exactly what spring weather looks like in the northern half of North America, especially in early spring. It can also look like 80 degrees with blazing sunshine, and anything in-between.
That’s what the Spring Equinox, Ostara, whatever you call it, is all about. We celebrate this liminal time, of perfect sunny days leading into blizzard conditions, the chaotic tug of war between the lion and the lamb. Spring is crocuses in the snow. New life emerges with the lengthening days, and it holds on no matter what the day’s weather may bring, because warmer days are on their way. Today I honor the tenacity of the crocus and ask for its hearty blessings to stand fast through what comes and await better days.