Ostara has arrived, and with it, the world bursts into bloom. This shift is more than just the changing of the seasons—it is a sacred moment, a threshold into something new. Aries season, ruled by the fiery and action-driven Mars, marks the astrological new year. It is the first spark of creation, a story that echoes across mythologies and across time: life emerging from chaos, the small becoming great, the void giving way to form.
We see this in the ancient earth-diver myths, where a divine being descends into the depths of nothingness to bring forth land from the smallest speck of mud. We see it in the Sky Woman, who falls from above and becomes the mother of all things. We see it in the cosmic egg, the first moment of possibility, cracking open to reveal the universe within. Again and again, the lesson is clear—creation does not require abundance. It requires only the willingness to begin.
But creation is rarely gentle. The Slavic myth of God and the devil reminds us of this. There, in the beginning, a small patch of land existed, and the two deities found themselves cramped upon it. When the devil, in his restlessness, pushed God into the waters, the land expanded. This expansion was not an act of peace; it was an act of conflict, an unwelcome push. And yet, it was necessary. It was growth.
How often do we resist the very things that propel us forward? We wish for smooth paths, for effortless expansion, but the truth is that struggle is the catalyst for transformation. In every spiritual journey, in every rebirth, there is a moment of discomfort—a push, a descent, a storm. And yet, from that storm, we emerge renewed.
There is a lesson here: not all growth comes from light. Sometimes, we need our own inner devil to make the first move. The parts of us we fear, the opposition we face, the struggles that shake us—all of these are forces of creation, just as much as love and light are.
This season, as the earth wakes up, let us embrace our own awakenings. If life is nudging you forward, if something feels like a challenge, a stretch, or a discomfort, perhaps it is simply your own expansion beginning. Perhaps it is your own world, unfolding.
So grow we will.
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