GODDESS of the MONTH: 🌞EOSTRE
"As the earth awakens, Eostre, the spirit of the dawn dances in the Eastern sky. She whispers songs of Spring and draws the Sun upward on his journey. He hears and answers with “three joyful leaps”* as he rises to join her dance.
Beams of morning light penetrate the water in the wells and streams. It becomes holy and full of virtue. There is a stirring within the shells of new laid eggs. The brown hare leaps upon the warming earth in response to the joy of the skies. Spring deepens upon the land."
Think on the symbolism inherent in this dawn deity.
🌷How could you incorporate themes of a new day for new beginnings into your own life?
🌷How might you partner with light and work in tandem with the elements of nature and the people around you?
🌷Eostre or Ostara is a Germanic dawn goddess for whom the Germanic month and the festival of Easter are named. The last days of March through April were considered to be the Eostre-month.
🌷This concept is universal.
Dawn dieties in other cultures include:
Tefnut: Egyptian goddess of the morning dew.
Anpao: Sioux spirit of the dawn with two faces.
Liwayway: A Philippine Tagalog goddess of dawn.
Eos: Greek goddess of the dawn.
Austra: Latvian dawn goddess.
~ Rebekah Myers
(c) April, 2018 by Rebekah Myers
Her Circle Woven
*quote from Deutsche Mythologie by Jacob Grimm
Art: Justine G Cappelli, “Eostre”
The Chicken Legged Workshop - Art by Justine G. Cappelli (available on Etsy)
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George Michael died in his sleep on Christmas Day 2016. The world mourned the voice, the music, the icon.
Then something unusual happened.
In the days that followed, ordinary people began to speak — not celebrities or publicists, but volunteers, charity workers, waitresses, and strangers who had quietly carried a secret for years. One by one, they stepped forward to describe the same man: someone who had spent decades giving away millions of pounds in near-total secrecy, and who had actively fought against anyone finding out.
A woman appeared on the TV game show Deal or No Deal and mentioned she needed £15,000 for IVF treatment. George Michael was watching. The next day, he quietly phoned and paid the full amount. She didn't know who her donor was. She only found out after his death, when the story broke online.
A volunteer at a London homeless shelter noticed a familiar face one evening — serving food, cleaning tables, blending in. It was George Michael. He had asked the staff not to tell anyone he was there. He came back more than once. "I've never told anyone," the volunteer later posted. "He asked we didn't. That's who he was."
Every Easter, DJ Mick Brown would run a charity appeal at Capital Radio for Help A London Child. Every year, without fail, a call would come in at 3:30 in the afternoon. A £100,000 donation. No fuss. No publicity. George would give and hang up.
After his mother died, he organized a private concert — entirely unannounced — for the NHS nurses who had cared for her. It was not filmed. It was not advertised. It was simply a thank you, offered directly to the hands that had shown kindness when fame could offer none.
He donated royalties from "Jesus to a Child" to children's charities for years. The Terrence Higgins Trust, which he supported for decades, confirmed he gave generously and consistently — insisting his name never appear in any fundraising materials. Childline's founder later revealed he had donated millions, entirely anonymously, over the course of his life.
He struggled, too. Publicly and painfully. Addiction. Loss. The relentless scrutiny of fame. But those who knew him said the struggles never hardened him. If anything, they deepened his understanding of what it means to need help — and to receive it without strings.
In 1999, a journalist managed to get him to comment on the rumors of his giving. He said simply: "I really don't like to talk about the amount I've given to charity over the years. I know it's very substantial. I don't exactly know what it is, and I don't really like to linger on it."
After his death, the full shape of what he had done became visible — not because he wanted it known, but because the people he had helped could no longer stay silent. Patients who received care. Students who stayed in school. Families who kept their homes. Children whose charities kept their doors open.
George Michael understood something about kindness that most of us only glimpse: that it loses something the moment it starts seeking applause.
He gave without witnesses.
The world found out anyway. And maybe that's exactly as it should be.