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.
