She never really got Easter; why would a bunny hide eggs anywhere? And what for? She never could wrap her head around this. Christmas ok… Halloween sure… but Easter. Ok so maybe it was because she didn’t particularly like chocolate. Then again, she didn’t love candies either. Or presents. But the others she could understand. This one… not. Maybe because it was a newer tradition, one she hadn’t really known. Still.
What did it mean? She understood what it might signify for Christians or Jews – though they didn’t call it the same way. She understood its place in the wheel of the year, but she couldn’t get the bunny story. What did it stand for?
Halloween was the eve of Samhain, the day of the dead to commemorate those who had passed, to celebrate the year that had just gone by. Sure it had become a thing for kids and a commercial event at that. Wait? Hadn’t this happened to every single holiday in fact?
Christmas was right after the Winter solstice; it meant nothing to her per se but to Christians it had a deep meaning. Yule was always a celebration of days getting longer, but it was a minor sabbath and not one of great significance to her.
Nobody thought of Imbolc or Lughnasadh anymore even though they once marked the beginning of the spring and autumn. No people celebrated the esbath now if they did any. The Church had appropriated most of the old traditions and fit them into its own. But the bunny? That couldn’t be Christians: in fact, she knew that in some countries they talked of the “Easter bells”. How would bells carry eggs? That left her wondering. And eggs… they weren’t appealing they were… Of course!!
She laughed out loud. Of course, people would commemorate Easter with a bunny and eggs. After all the festival was now dedicated to Ostara German goddess of fertility. Her animal was the hare and her symbol the egg.
Eggs were symbols of lives to come: those of birds specifically. And everyone knew that spring was the time of love dances and nesting. And who doesn’t know that the bunny is a fertile animal to say the least? It did make sense, somewhat.
But she was of the old tradition; a child of the Tuatha Dé Danann. And there had been no such celebration of the spring equinox then. Brigid turned around. Understanding… she’d been seeking this for almost a century.
In response to Linda G Hill stream of consciousness Saturday prompt egg