Coffee and omelette…

Looks like Eostre, the ancient Saxon goddess of new beginnings and fertility who lent her name to Easter, decided to turn up a day late this year. But that didn’t bother me as I sipped my coffee and tucked into my spring onion and cheese omelette this morning. It was a bit chilly in my backyard, but there was sunshine enough and, although I didn’t have any traditional hares or dandelion and burdock, the eggs and spring onions in my omelette seemed a fitting tribute to the maiden of spring, the egg queen.

Some days I feel more real than others and today was one of those days. There was a touch of the insubstantial about me when I awoke and I’m not at all sure that I was totally solid in the mirror as I shaved. I was half invisible as I stepped outside. The coffee helped though, the sunshine too, and I soon began to feel as if I belonged in this world. Well, it is the time of the vernal equinox or thereabouts, a time of change and transition from one state to the next.

Yesterday the sun rose exactly in the east travelling through the sky for twelve hours before setting precisely in the west, Mexicans gathered at the Temple of the Seven Dolls, Druids flocked to Stonehenge, in the southern hemisphere people began their winter, just as we are about to come out of ours, and I celebrated the feast of Eostre with eggs and coffee in the sunshine.   

In a few days the clocks will change, the evenings will become longer and lighter, and winter will be gone as spring arrives.

Bring it on.