#Spring equinox crack#
Simply crack and clean the eggshells, poke a drain hole in the bottom with a needle or toothpick, add soil, and plant your seeds.
#Spring equinox plus#
Plus eggshells make for a wonderful biodegradable seed-starting cup. In old folk magic from various parts of Europe, eggs were marked with symbols and buried in the earth at this time of year to call in fertility for the land and future harvests.
This may sound familiar to the Easter tradition of painting eggs! Painting symbols or writing intentions onto your seed trays and pots is a sweet form of springtime sympathetic magic. Whether you have a farm, backyard garden or sunny windowsill, starting a seed is simple yet potent seasonal ritual. Starting seeds as a ritual for Spring Equinox is my favorite way to engage with the energy of spring. For within, even the tiniest seeds lives all that is needed for the entire plant to grow.
#Spring equinox full#
That first fleck of flame that ignites into the full ripe fiery force we approach at Summer Solstice. In elemental terms, the seed represents fire in its spark form. In many places this is the time when starting seeds (either indoors or out) becomes possible. Spring is the time when Persephone returns from the underworld as Kore, a goddess of spring, bringing with her the blooming and blossoming of living things. It also marks the official start to spring, as the sap rises from the roots into the aerial parts of the plants. To gather the dreams, prophecies, and plans laid out by the winter hearth and plant them into the soil to grow. It is a time to stretch our limbs like the roots that are beginning to wiggle deeper as the soil warms. While the Fall equinox held the energy of twilight before our path into the dreaming dark of winter, the Spring Equinox holds the energy of dawn and our awakening from the visions of winters rest. When the day and night sit in equal balance before the sun begins its return. The Spring EquinoxĪt the Spring Equinox we find ourselves at the liminal knot between winter and summer. May we sing to the serpents rising at the suns return and hum with the bees as they blend pollen into sweet bee bread. May we answer in incantations of encouragement to each blossom that braves the lingering frost filled mornings pressing our fingers into warming soil to trace symbols of adoration to the seeds below. Golden swaths of Mustard, and the egg yoke faces of Narcissus dance to the song of the golden suns return. Nettles promise of tingling fingers, and Chickweeds spell of soft soothing. The voice of spring speaks in verdant tones. If we press our ears to the thick milky moon petals of Calla lily and blushing Magnolia, they murmur in the tongue of Flora, goddess of flowers. The first floral oracles appear whispering love spells to the bees on sweetly scented air. Seeds begin to crack open stretching tender roots into soil after a winters rest. Rising from the cathonic burrow of winter dreams, sap ascends from brumation in serpentine fluency slipping from roots to trunk to limbs.īursting into the fresh green shoots, unfurling leaves, pollen dusted boughs and spring blossoms. Now is the time to prepare your ritual for the spring equinox.Īt the cusp of spring the sleeping roots stir, slowly awakening.
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