It’s Easter Sunday … the highest of high holy days for Christians.
But hold on a sec. What about those of us who claim to be devout pagans?
Not the virginal sacrificing, body painting, blood curdling yellers who rush headlong into battle pagans. Not them. I’m talking about the fully clothed, rather quiet, and mostly normal nature worshipping pagans.
Just like every other warm blooded human, we live to celebrate spring. We want to throw off our ancestral, horridly odiferous animal furs and stick our heads out of tents, caves, or mud-hut hovels.
We want to get up close and personal with the new moist dirt, romp screaming, yelling through the meadows … and whip up some homebrew for bad-assed parties.
That’s what we pagans do. We celebrate. Loud, full of piss and vinegar, and beverages that are mind altering.
All the “fun stuff of spring” comes from us pagans.
Take the Easter Bunny.
Straight from pagan lineage … good old Eostre, the northern goddess whose symbol was the hare. Yep, that litter after litter bastion of fertility. You know the old saying, “The rabbit habit.”
Now-a-days, I can’t go out and kill a rabbit without irate PETA people attacking me. But I can sure as hell bite the head off a scrumptious chocolate bunny as a sign of mockery.
And speaking of scrumptious … those good old hot cross buns? Religious leaders tried to stop the wild pagan women from sexing up their hubbies with those fantastic hot sticky buns. Musta been the honey!
But the women, as women are wont to do, said, “Screw you,” to the religious leaders. “We ain’t following.’ And we’re gonna forever bake our buns.”
So the clever religious leaders decided that if they can’t stop ‘em, they’ll “bless ‘em.” And hot cross buns are now sacred … with a Christian symbol on each and every one to prove it.
And what about Easter eggs?
Hello … the exchange of eggs is as old as the Seven Hills of Rome. Think fertility. Rebirth. New life. The Easter egg is a celebration of life and prosperity.
Yep, it’s Easter … time to drink to the gods of your choice in the celebration of life. So loosen up, yell and scream a bit, and go dye an egg or three.
Happy Easter to all, and to all … a good night!