Something is moving beneath the ground. Life is stirring.

We light the candle and strike the anvil. Life is stirring.

Peeking our heads up into the light, noting the sun's progress across the sky.

New life stirs within the darken mounds.

Movement and expectations within the bundled bones, the quickening awakens us all.

Soon enough comes Spring and the brightest green ...

.. as for now ... life is stirring.

I am the calm, I am the quickening,
... I am the intoxication and the force
I am the silence, I am the singer,
... I am the stallion galloping to its source.
I am the bright pavilion and the feasting,
... I am the wedding couple and the bed,
I am the morning chorus and the heartbeat,
... I am the goal to which all paths are led.

From Celtic Devotional by Caitlin Matthews