This is the week of Good Friday, and Friday happens to be a very good day for some magic as well.
My early exposure to Christianity was the typical Churchy, judgmental Protestant stuff you get in the US. Uninspired and not exactly uplifting — at least not for me. It’s interesting because my mother was raised very Catholic (schooled by nuns even). But by the time I’d come along, she was pretty lapsed and I was raised without a lot of Churchy indoctrination.
My mother lost her faith in the Catholic Church at the end of WWII. Her hometown in Southern Germany was flooded with refugees (from Russia, from Eastern Germany, from everywhere) and it was bitterly cold. She stood in the plaza outside the cathedral, a pre-teen. It was starting to snow and all around people were literally dying on the stones, from cold, from hunger, from injury. The doors of the balcony opened and the Bishop appeared to bless the crowd. “Now,” mom thought “they will open the doors and give the people food and shelter.” But the doors never opened. That was when my mother lost her faith in human institutions of religion. She raised me to be suspicious of churches as well, despite the fact that she worked for years in a Baptist nursery and pre-school.
Coupled with my early Witchy inclinations, I never had much engagement with Christianity apart from the general cultural stuff that was common where and when I grew up. Easter was a time for celebrating chocolate and coloring eggs, not mourning the crucifixion and celebrating the resurrection.
It was only when I was older and traveling in Europe that I had real exposure to a much more haunted and magical version of the faith. It’s still a bit of a foreign country to me, but not a completely inhospitable one.
So if you are moved to celebrate, whether it’s Easter or Ostara, Friday of next week is a great day for some ‘love in the springtime’ magic.
There are also good magical days for prosperity, ancestral remediation, learning, and a day to just take a pause.