New moon, beginnings and planting of new seeds. Waxing moon, growing, nurturing, ripening. Full moon, abundance and celebration, the fullness of birth. Waning moon, letting go. Dark moon, release, turning inward to solitude and shadow. The truest face of the moon.
I tune myself to the waxing and the waning, feeling the pull of the moon within, the dance of the water in my body with the graceful arc of the moon. I step under the sky and my eyes are pulled upward, like the face of a flower following the passing of the sun, I am drawn.
I will meet you under the light of the moon, to dance and cavort, to howl and laugh, to run wild through the fields leaving behind all that does not serve us. Let us grasp our freedom and let no walls contain us while the night sky awaits.
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