Lunar Witch and the Moon Gazing Hare
, by Victoria Ashurst, 1 min reading time
As spring tiptoed across the land, the Lunar Witch strolled under blossoming boughs, above her the Hare Moon hung fat and bright in the sky, casting silver spells over the sleeping earth.
As spring tiptoed across the land, the Lunar Witch strolled under blossoming boughs, above her the Hare Moon hung fat and bright in the sky, casting silver spells over the sleeping earth.
As she wandered, She followed a shimmer, a sound, a faint chime, like starlight ringing.
There, bathed in the glow of the full moon, sat a hare unlike any she had seen.
She knew at once who it was: Ostara, the Dreamer, an ancient moon-gazing spirit, talisman of luck & guardian of growth.
She did not blink. She did not stir. Still as starlight, she tilted her head to the heavens, entranced by the moon’s radiant face. Her eyes shimmered like pools of emerald, reflecting not just light, but something deeper, the eternal dance of life renewing itself.
Around her neck hung a tiny silver bell. It was said this bell kept her safe from harm, warding off shadows and unwelcome spirits with every delicate chime.
The Lunar Witch stood quietly, watching. She felt the pulse of magic in the air, the thrum of sap rising in the trees, the silent stirring of seeds underground. With each breath, she was filled with hope, warmth, and joy as if the moon herself whispered promises of rebirth and new beginnings.
In that sacred moment, with her heart brimming with light, she knew she had witnessed a blessing.