Grey Moon Goddess

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that has no single cause. You wake and already feel the weight of something you cannot name. If this resonates, you are not imagining it. You are not weak, or broken, or falling behind. You are responding. And at the crossing point of seasons, there is much to respond to.

Across ancient cultures, the universe was said to begin inside a mysterious Cosmic Egg—a sacred symbol of creation, potential, and the womb of life itself. As spring approaches and the Earth awakens, this ancient symbol reminds us that all creation begins quietly, held within the sacred container of possibility.

Ostara is not the height of spring. It is the hinge — the quiet turning from inward to outward. Thaw is rarely tidy. It is muddy, tender, and slow. You do not need to bloom on schedule. At the hinge of the Wheel, it is enough to turn.