Tomorrow is Easter, a holiday that has witnessed transformation in its meaning with each successive era it seems, which is only fitting, as Easter is a day that celebrates rebirth and renewal and redemption, whether you’re speaking to the Christian Easter or the Pagan Ostara. Lately I have been wholly fascinated by the mythology surrounding the pre-Christian Easter.  Components of the holiday’s ancient origins have bled into the many celebrations of its modern day counterpart, especially in Western and Eastern Christian traditions.  Most of the symbols we associate with Easter in the states, such as eggs and bunnies, are pagan symbols of fertility and life, and do not have biblical origins. Even the name of the holiday itself, Easter, comes from Eostre, a Germanic fertility goddess (however, it seems as though this commonly accepted origin has been debated as of late).

Our modern day Easter is a mutt, born out of many different mythologies, religious beliefs, and cultural traditions, as well as the celebration of the season of spring.


Bits and pieces of the hodgepodge mythologies have informed a few pieces of writing that I’ve been working on, and it’s been fun to breathe new life into these robust, ancient traditions. They provide an endless well of inspiration. I really like to master a certain mythology before moving on to another, and I’ve noticed that my writing has movements, if I can indulge myself here.  Stories will be chunked together over a certain period of time, informed by whatever anecdote or deity or ritual I found particularly compelling at that moment- and usually I find the momentary obsession is tied to the change in seasons.