Eastre
Fear not my friends I have not misspelled your holiday. To be perfectly honest it has come to my mind that perhaps we have misspelled theirs.
Theirs to mean the people of antiquity. We with our modern understandings feel the need to rationalize everything. We’ll tear apart a sentence to justify a word only to question the meaning of every letter.
Easter. Eastre. The fact that they contain the same letters is insignificant here. The significance of both is the similarity which they both share: the obscurity of their origins.
Scholars have long debated the origins of Easter. Where did the observance of a holiday called Easter begin? Why?
That we still even remember a holiday called Easter is similar to the mystery that we still remember a goddess with the name of Eastre.
Scholars have long debated the origins of Eastre. When did the knowledge of a goddess called Eastre begin? Why?
Where can the truth of both be found?
I don’t know.
Perhaps in true form the goddess Eastre died in ancient times.
So to now be born again as Easter.
As for me: I can almost see her in the early spring blossoms of the cherry growing in my back yard.