Under the brightness of this, the blessed wind moon, I pranced through the darkness in the cool soft grass with hand-fulls of brightly colored eggs filled with goodies.  An apple basket filled to the brim with joy.  I teared at the thought of my life, my miraculous life and the many things for which I am thankful.  What an amazing opportunity to raise these wonderful children, to glide through the early morning rustles of leaves in my trees secretly hiding eggs for our spring Ostara/Easter celebration tomorrow.  The smiles on their faces, giggles of wonder, these are the most wonderful of all moments.