Fire Under The Earth

Here in the Southern hemisphere of the world,

The long, slow pulse of Winter is quickening.


The seed which was hidden in the earth sends forth testing tentacles, uncurling.


We draw an icy breath together, and taste flowers, leaves and blades of grass Approaching on the chilly wind.

Pagani.

This is a Wheel.

Kindly add your shoulder to it. Blessed Imbolc.