Easter, Eostre, Ostara

The tight solitude of a seed,
Allowing it time
To shed the grip of former form
And give way to a deeper generosity
That will one day send it forth,
A tree into springtime,
May all that holds you
Fall from its hungry ledge
Into the fecund surge of your heart. - John O'Donohue, For Freedom


Eggs and bunnies...what could be better.