Hey beautiful souls! 🌷
Happy Easter weekend! Whether you're celebrating resurrection Sunday or just vibing with the spring energy, I wanted to share something that's been on my heart.
So here's the thing—Easter isn't just a Christian holiday. Way before the church got involved, our ancestors were already losing their minds over spring. The Sumerians had Inanna dying and rising. The Egyptians threw parties when Osiris came back. The Anglo-Saxons worshipped Eostre, this dawn goddess whose name literally gave us "Easter." Her thing? Hares and eggs—symbols of fertility, new life, that wild unstoppable energy of renewal
When the early Christians picked this time to celebrate Jesus rising from the dead, they weren't trying to erase all that history. They literally scheduled Easter based on the moon cycle after the spring equinox—the same cosmic rhythm people had been following forever They wove their story into something way older.
C.S. Lewis said all those ancient myths are basically "echoes of the true myth" . I love that. Like somewhere deep in our bones, we all know this pattern—death, winter, waiting... then somehow, impossibly, life cracks through again.
So whatever this day means to you—whether you're shouting "He is risen!" or just planting seeds in your garden or finally feeling hope after a hard season—you're part of this ancient, universal thing. The resurrection. The return of light. The earth waking up. You waking up.
Here's to all of it dying so we can live, winter ending, and whatever in you needs to be reborn this spring.
Much love,
Val!
… woke up with the sound of the birds and the snow … what a contrast !!