03/20/2026
Ostara 🐇 The radiant goddess of spring and dawn, carries a story that just…lands right now.
A bird, caught in the cold, couldn’t survive as it was.
So she changed it.
Not back into what it had been, but into something else entirely.
Into a hare, actually.
And still…it laid eggs.
Something new. Still moving with something old.
It shouldn’t make sense. And yet… it does.
We don’t just decide to change one day and leave everything behind.
We change, and we carry. Old instincts. Old patterns. Old ways of being.
And also, something grounded underneath it all. A wisdom.
Spring isn’t some perfect, glowing reset. Though, it’s definitely a breath after a long, brown winter.
Spring is uneven.
Cold, then warm.
Tight, then opening.
Alive, but not fully seen yet.
Honestly… same 💚
Parts of us shift. Parts of us stay. The body remembers, as does the mind.
And now…it’s figuring out what’s next. How to move forward while your body is still holding where you’ve been.
The familiar and the unfamiliar.
The strange, in-between parts - and still stay with yourself there.
Not becoming someone else. Becoming more you, with all of it.
The old.
The new.
And what’s still forming.
If you feel it today…
step outside and find a small sign of spring,
something just beginning.
Pause with it.
Let your body take it in.
And if it feels right,
leave something there…
a breath, a long exhale,
a release of what you no longer need to carry.
Nothing grand. Just connection and a small marking of the shift.
Happy Ostara, beautiful humans 💚✨🌚🌿