She left the web, she left the loom
she made three paces thro' the room.
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She looked down to Camelot.
~The Lady of Shalott (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Rebirth, rejuvenation, revitalization.
A metaphor for Easter and my life at this current moment.
I know the framing is off on this one, but it's symbolic to me anyway.