That Big Ol’ Moon

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

e. e. cummings

Hey, Lovelies.

Last night I spent hours under the light of the Full Moon.

I watched her slow dance across the sky.

I sat, silent on my verandah, observing owls and possums and bats as they moved through the trees that were silhouetted in the silvery light.

It brought me such a sense of peace. Such a deep calm.

The night was quiet, but filled with sound and energy.

The breeze was gentle, and tinged with earth and salt and forest.

When I finally slept, my dreams took me back to parts of me I had thought lost forever.

This morning I am full of stories waiting to be born.

Thank you, healing Moon.