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A stream pushes through the snow.
Spring burbles its way.
I think of this time of year as a border time. It is neither this nor that-winter nor spring-but a shifting between two seasons. The border is not fixed now. It is permeable. The seasons slide back and forth within hours or minutes or, sometimes, even seconds.
Spring is returning. Life is resurrected. And living creatures pass over from the dead of winter into the burst of spring. Spring is returning. Funny that we speak only of spring returning. Fall doesn't return. Summer doesn't return. Winter doesn't come back. Yet, while they all return in fact, only spring returns in our language.
The Seneca Indians believed that all nature is sentient-that there is a consciousness in the snow, the birds, the stream. As I see the stream rushing through the still banks of snow, they both speak of the coexistence of opposites. For each season contains its opposite.
It is in the darkest day of the year that the sun is born. December 21, the winter solstice, is the shortest day. From that point onward to the summer solstice, the sun extends its dominance upon the earth. It is in the darkest night of winter that the Persian god Mithra was born. Many Romans adopted Mithra and celebrated his birthday on the winter solstice, often December 25, a few days after solstice when the light had begun to creep back. The emperor Constantine was a follower of Mithra until he declared Christianity to be the state religion. And, three hundred years after the birth of Jesus, Constantine declared December 25 to be Jesus' birthday. The birth of the Sun-the birth of the Son. The birthdays of Mithra and Jesus remind us that light is born out of darkness.
Death and resurrection is the rite of spring. In Jewish tradition, Passover marks the release of the Jewish people from bondage in Egypt. It is no coincidence that this freedom from bondage is celebrated at the beginning of spring. The celebration of the passage of the Jews from slavery into the land of milk and honey is also a celebration of spring. Its origins lie in the very ancient spring festivals commemorating the birth of the first lambs of the year.
Only Zeus and Helios, the sun, saw the abduction. When Demeter found out what had occurred, she was so angry that she withdrew herself from the world. With the self-exile of the goddess of the harvest, the earth became barren. To punish the inhabitants of the earth, Demeter sent forth bitter cold, ice, and blistering winds.
This state of affairs could not continue indefinitely or life on earth would come to an end. Zeus, through his emissary, Hermes, brokered a deal with Lord Hades. Grudgingly, Hades agreed to allow Persephone to spend two thirds of the year with her mother. But the other one third of the year, Persephone would join him in the underworld. During the months when her daughter was in the underworld, Demeter refused to let anything grow. Winter began. With the return of Persephone above ground, spring commenced.
Around the world, people celebrate spring as a time of rebirth. The root of the word, "resurrection" is literally to rise again as spring does cyclically every year.
German and Anglo-Saxon people celebrate the return of spring with a festival dedicated to the goddess of spring. This goddess, Eostre or Ostara was the ruler of spring, offspring, and the dawn-new beginnings. She was the deity who measured time. There was also the ancient Phoenician goddess of the moon, Astarte. And, in the Jewish tradition, the festival of Purim, also observed in spring, celebrated the power of queen Esther to resist the evil Haman and prevent him from killing her people. Eostre, Ostara, Astarte, Esther-all powerful women. And this, too, makes, sense. For spring is about birth and rebirth-the province of women and the goddesses who represent that principle from the dawn of time.