The Sun can't touch His Flower, deep in the stillness of the Earth, this seed that was sacrificed. Now the spirit lies in the land of Eternity, beyond the threads of time. The seed at the Mother's hand, From the deepest roots To rays of light, Everlasting life She brings To the seed that will reborn, and grow and bloom, to kiss the Sun's mighty horns.
- H.Gibaldi
A week after Imbolc/Candlemas nature starts to stir, and life blooms again. The light within the Earth, although faint, grows day by day to fill our senses with its warm.
For this is the promise of the Wheel.
Love is One, and One is All.
