02/02/2026
Snow Moon
The Snow Moon does not shout.
She blesses in silence.
She moves through frozen air
like a prayer that remembers your name
even when you forget it yourself.
This is the moon of white bones and hidden seeds,
of breath slowed down to truth.
Nothing blooms here
everything listens.
Under her light, the earth is not empty.
It is sealed.
Holding its promises tight
against the cold.
So if you feel tired,
if your spirit has gone inward,
if your becoming feels stalled
you are not lost.
You are in the sacred pause.
The place where power is conserved,
where the soul sharpens itself
without being seen.
The Snow Moon asks only this:
What are you willing to protect
until it is time to rise?
