“It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood.” – Edgar Allan
My dreams have been swelling with frogs and rain. The brick and cement and tar glistening with wetness, the grey skies opening with life-blood. The frogs are gold and green…money frogs. This is spring, one of the hottest springs I have ever experienced. The heat is distressing but in my dreams there is rain. And when the rain finally came the hardness and the softness melted into each other and the owls and the frogs and bees spoke their words in tears and beads of growth.
I have very much to be grateful for. I have a job, I have a cottage I call home, and I have love and happiness. Ostara is about gratitude, about enjoying the beauty of the flowering, greening world. Today it is Heritage day, and in these small moments where the world is in complete balance, the moon and sun being conjunct in Libra, I thank the spirits and the Stars for their guidance, for their love and for their strength.