When I was very little, my Mom and my Great Aunt would buy a dozen eggs for each of my three brothers and
myself to color. My Great Aunt would cover her dining room table with newspaper and set up a coloring station
on each side of the table (one for each of us). We would get to put the little color tablet in each of
her teacups (yes, breakable teacups) and measure out the vinegar into each cup. Then she or my Mom would fill the cups with just the right amount of
water and sit back and watch the ensuing chaos. My brothers were always done first and their eggs were usually much more decorative than mine but is was so much fun!
To this day, I can't remember how my Mom used up 4 dozen hard-boiled eggs but I'm sure she found a way. Of course,
now that I am an adult, I understand that Mom and GG probably bought that many eggs to keep my brothers, who
were older than me, from taking all the eggs and leaving me none to color... but that doesn't diminish the
joy of these memories in the least.
When I was a teenager, it was just my Mom and Dad, me and our Basset Hound (named Dragon) in the house. My Mom and I would
still color a couple dozen eggs and Mom would put them on the coffee table in a basket with low sides. Dragon
would sneak up to the basket and steal an egg out of it by nosing it onto the floor (all the while checking to
make sure that none of us were watching him). Then he would roll the egg around on the floor until he got all
the shell off before he ate it. My Dad loved watching the dog do this and it brings a smile to my face every
time I think about it. It would be easy for me to look back on that time and remember that my Dad was dying
or that he was too sick to help color the eggs, which is why Mom and I did the actual coloring (always in the same room with him
so he could at least participate that way) or to think about having to clean eggshell up off the floor (which I really don't remember)... but
none of those things are what stick with me. What sticks with me is how much joy my Dad got out of watching
the dog steal the eggs and how we used the coloring of the eggs as one more way to make our family even closer.
Now, we have our coven and there are a goodly number of children in our group... They are almost all around the same
age (between 4 and 7)and one of our big traditions is the Egg Hunt. We get dozens and dozens of plastic eggs
and fill them with healthy snacks (dried cranberries, yogurt-covered raisins, etc.) and little toys. One of
our group gets a huge kick out of hiding the eggs, so we usually put her in charge of that and we all go out
and watch the little ones search for the eggs... running around Goddess Grove with their little baskets, looking
in every clump of grass, every bush, behind every stump and even in the trees. Believe me, they leave no place
un-searched! It is noisy and chaotic and more fun than I ever thought I could have around little people.
We always do the Hunt before we have Ostara ritual so the little ones get some of their energy out and
also so they have some kid time before we get to the more serious portion, which they also share in if they want to.
Looking back on these Egg Hunts always brings a smile to my face. Remembering how the parents used to have
to help point out where the eggs were hidden when the kids could just barely walk and now, how they have
to try to keep up or just get out of the little one's path.
I guess my point is this... although the Holiday has changed for me throughout the years and the 'symbolism'
of the egg has taken on different meanings for me over time; the bottom line is that, for me, this Holiday
and the egg that is so commonly seen as it's ambassador represent Joy for me. No matter what the underlying
circumstances surrounding it are, every single memory of this time of year is a joyful one. How does a person
get that blessed?
My hope for each of you is that no matter what belief system you follow or what the symbols of this day
mnay represent for you, that ultimately you find peace, joy, and love within your heart and surrounding
you. May you have a very Blessed and Happy Ostara!
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We all know that decorated eggs are an extremely popular symbol of this time of year. Everywhere you look
you will see the egg... some have little chicks just breaking out of the shell, some are chocolate with
ooey-gooey centers, most are colorful and decorative. Those eggs mean something different to each person
who sees them, buys them, or makes them. For some, the egg symbolizes the new life that surrounds us at
this time of year, for others the eggs represent fond memories of coloring eggs when they were children,
still others see the egg as a symbol of all the untouched potential that lies within each of us... and
none of these interpretations is incorrect! And the meaning can evolve for each person as they grow and change.

(from www.learnpysanky.com)


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Recipe by Paula Deen




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