Today I decided to go ahead and do E is for Easter. When you Google Easter the following definition
appears – “The most important and oldest festival of the Christian Church,
celebrating the resurrection of Christ.”
However a Christian scholar stated that the name Easter was actually
named after Eostre, the great Mother Goddess of the Saxons in Northern Europe.
The name was derived from the ancient word for spring – eastre.
Many religious cultures have a resurrection story associated
with them, Osiris for
example. The stories of all religions
seem to cross over and mash into a very common thread.
To me I never really understood how Christians could take
the obvious Pagan symbolism of holidays like Easter and Yule and incorporate
them into their own festivals and not see the links to paganism.
In research for this post, I found out that apparently early
Christians stained eggs
in order to represent the blood sacrifice of Jesus or the shell is somehow
representative of the tomb. However
coloring eggs predates Christianity in a spring celebration called No Ruz, the
Zorostrian new year. In Iran, a mother
eats one colored egg for every child she has.
Again here, the goddess Eostre, is a fertility goddess which is a
classic association with eggs.
As a child growing up in the south and raised as southern Baptist
one of the most visited church days was Easter Sunday. Everyone gets all dressed up in their new
shoes and new dresses and head out to church.
Fancy homes had Easter
Bonnets to wear. The constant contradictions
in my world related to religion left me thinking that Easter was a time when a
bunny came out and rolled a big chocolate egg out of the way of a tomb so that
a man could rise from the dead, and then head out to heaven again. And if I were good, and blessed, Jesus would
make sure we had food, fancy cars and Easter Bonnets.
Needless to say that’s not what happened. My mother’s “friend” always bought my sister
and me our Easter dresses and we got our candy from my mom and grandma.
Here I am with my mother's "friend". He always brought us pretty Easter dresses and cracker jacks. He was a really nice man. I'm the one sitting on the seat.
Photo Credit - Renee Olson |
Here I am with my grandma, I'm the one sitting closet to the basket.
Photo Credit - Renee Olson |
Here I am below, I'm the one on the right, sitting so lady-like. (LOL)
Photo Credit - Renee Olson |
Every year I always checked my basket for a
stuffed bunny. I wanted one so bad. When I turned 8 or 9, when my mother told me
that I was too old to get Easter anymore; that year she gave my two younger
sisters stuffed bunnies. After I told my
hubby this story, the first 3 years we were together, he always came home with
a stuffed bunny for me at Easter.
Today, I celebrate spring.
I go outside and enjoy the day. I
welcome Mother Earth and the plants coming back to life. I don’t get chocolate eggs or an Easter
Bonnet but I do get the joy of having my own fresh eggs from my hens outside
and getting set to plant my garden.
How do you celebrate?
Namaste and Blessed Be
Sosanna
)O(
1 comment
Very nice! I read the legend of the chocolate cave blocked with an egg and the blessings of fancy cars and bonnets to my Jewish honey, Bearded Bob! We both loved this post!
What a hero that Easter Bunny is!
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