In our household our tradition for Ostara is to honor Idunna and Bragi. This year Ostara fell upon the same day as Beth’s seidhr session so, while we normally dislike moving dates that are rather fixed, we bumped this one to the following weekend. Last Sunday was a rather big day, and then there was seidhr, wherein Things Happen, and really, as far as “the start of spring” goes, the vernal equinox is a little too late for our area. Rather, call it mid-spring.
(the offerings before the offering of said offerings: soda bread, bacon, honey, cider, an opal apple, a blood orange, and hand-rolled candles)
We realized, this year, that between the gods we honor on this date and the whole not-practically speaking-the-start-of-spring, the Ostara trappings don’t exactly fit, and what we’re celebrating isn’t, then, exactly Ostara. We’ll wind up with a new name for it next year, I’m sure. Or, no name for it. It was an interesting realization.
Also, happy that we’ll no longer feel compelled to include dyed eggs. I hate egg dyeing. It’s messy, it’s wet, it’s stressful, it’s not fun, and the eggs we get are already colorful and beautiful. Greens and blues and ivories and browns. Who needs dye, even if it *is* plant dye?
Speaking of holidays, my tried and true tradition of freaking out randomly and arbitrarily over getting ready for holidays is still rather strong. I was in bed early the night before, skin-crawly, jumpy, uber-sound sensitive. We hates it, we do.