Hey Reader. Today is the Spring Equinox, symbolising renewal and rejuvenation, the transition from darkness to light as nature emerges from the dormancy of winter.

I have written a short story about Ostara and the Hare. If ever you've wondered what a rabbit and eggs have to do with spring and the upcoming Easter then read on.

There are a few versions of her legend, but all begin late one Spring...

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Ostara and the Hare

As winter's grip loosened over the land, the world lay silent beneath a heavy frost. Trees stood bare, and rivers, frozen in their slumber, awaited the touch of spring. Ostara, the radiant goddess of dawn and renewal, stirred from her winter's rest. She looked down upon the world and saw the first glimmers of life yearning to awaken. It was time.

Ostara was dressed in robes woven from the golden hues of morning light. With every step she took, the frost melted beneath her feet, and flowers burst forth in a riot of colour. She walked the meadows, her touch bringing warmth to the soil, coaxing buds to bloom and songbirds to sing.

But as she wandered, her keen eyes fell upon something unusual—a small bird, shivering in the snow. The bird was so laden with frost that its wings did not open, meaning it could no longer fly and would soon perish. The sight pained her, for no creature should suffer in the wake of spring’s return. She knelt beside it, cradling its fragile body in her hands.

"You are too delicate for winter's cruelty," she murmured, her voice as soft as the first breeze of spring.

She pondered how to save the bird, for its wings were beyond repair. Then, with a gentle breath, she wove her magic through the creature, reshaping it with divine energy. Before her, the bird’s form stretched and shifted until, at last, a hare sat in its place—sleek and strong, its legs built for swift movement across the thawing earth. Yet, as a final gift, she left it one reminder of its past: the ability to lay eggs, a token of the life it once knew.

The hare, sensing its new form, twitched its nose and gazed up at the goddess with shining eyes. No longer trapped in winter’s grasp, it leapt through the meadow, revelling in its newfound agility. But it never forgot Ostara’s kindness.

As the days grew longer and the land bloomed in full, the hare wished to offer thanks to the goddess. And so, it laid the most beautiful eggs, painting them with the colours of the dawn—rosy pinks, sky blues, and golden yellows. With great care, it placed them at Ostara’s feet as a gift.

The goddess smiled, deeply moved by the hare’s gratitude. "Every year, when spring awakens, you shall bring these gifts to the world," she decreed. "Let them be a sign of rebirth, of joy, and of my return."

And so, each spring, the hare ventured forth, leaving its vibrant eggs as symbols of the season’s renewal. The people of the land soon discovered these gifts, marvelling at the wonders of Ostara’s blessing. And thus, the tradition of the Easter Hare and its eggs was born, a reminder that even in the coldest winters, the promise of spring—and the warmth of kindness—always returns.

I hope you enjoyed my short story. You'll also be able to find this on my website very soon.

May you find balance and regeneration as the wheel turns into spring, and may you be blessed with abundance, success, and all things new! 💙

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