Getting Started with My Ostara Tarot Spread
Alright, so yesterday afternoon felt right for my Ostara ritual work. Been itching to pull out my trusty Rider-Waite deck since the Spring Equinox vibes are strong right now. Didn’t overthink it—just cleared a spot on my old wooden coffee table where the sunlight hits nice. Lit a simple beeswax candle for warmth, tossed a yellow cloth down for that sunny feel. Grabbed my deck from its worn velvet pouch. Felt heavy in my hands, like it needed to breathe after sittin’ in the drawer all winter.
First, I just held the whole stack for a minute, eyes closed, tryin’ to quiet my dumb brain after scrollin’ social media all mornin’. Focused on the word “renewal” bounce around in my head. Really wanted to connect this reading to Ostara themes—new starts, seeds plantin’, light comin’ back strong. Shuffled slow at first, then faster, cards click-clackin’ on the wood. Felt awkward, dropped a few. Thought, “Eh, good enough.”
Set my spread layout simple, like I read once for seasonal shifts:
- Card 1: What’s rootin’ right now? (Stuff under the surface, ready to sprout)
- Card 2: What needs release? (Winter baggage to ditch)
- Card 3: Where’s growth headin’? (Next couple months’ potential)
- Card 4: How to nourish it? (Actions to water those seeds)
The Cards That Flipped Up
Started pullin’. Card One for the roots: Nine of Pentacles. Lady chillin’ in her garden with the pentacle bounty. Huh. Felt obvious but good—reminded me I’ve actually got solid ground under me after a messy winter grind. Existing work’s kinda… payin’ off? Like pre-sprouted stuff.
Card Two for the release: Eight of Swords. Girl blindfolded, swords all trapped around her. Yeahhh. Shook me a bit ‘cause dang, I have been feelin’ stuck overthinkin’ dumb problems. Mental loops about things I can’t control. Big “let that crap go” energy. Ostara’s pushin’ that hard.
Card Three for future growth? Ace of Cups flipped over. Spilled cup overflowing! New feelings, creative juices maybe? Not what I expected for growth. Thought it’d be pentacles for cash or wands for hustle. This felt softer—more like heart stuff or intuition might start flowin’. Maybe projects comin’ from passion, not just grind.
Card Four, how to nourish it: The High Priestess. Mysterious lady between pillars. Sat back hard on the couch at this one. Felt like a gut punch. My actions needed? Sit quiet. Listen inside more. Stop chatterin’ and scrollin’ constantly. Trust what I feel but ignore sometimes. Waterin’ seeds needs stillness too, not just constant doin’.
Wrappin’ It Up & What Stuck
Sitting there starin’ at the spread, the message felt clear as the spring sky outside:
- Got good soil already (Nine of Pentacles)
- Quit mentally frettin’ in circles (Eight of Swords)
- Heart/creative stuff wants space to bloom (Ace of Cups)
- Seriously, just shut up and listen inward sometimes (High Priestess)
Wrote it all down messy in my battered notebook—words, how I felt, even scribbled the card positions. Snuffed the candle when the wax got low. Left the cards on the cloth awhile before puttin’ ‘em back, kinda wantin’ the sunlight to soak into ‘em.
Still thinking about the High Priestess advice today. Hard for me, that stillness crap. But for Ostara? Maybe new growth needs quiet ground beneath the noise. Didn’t get fireworks, but solid quiet nudges. Exactly what this messy spring ritual was for.
