12/04/2025
A full cycle of the moon. A full cycle of me.
Each phase, a mirror.
Each shadow, a teacher.
Each light, a reflection of the truth I’d buried and was finally brave enough to see.
From last full moon to this one, I have:
— Released versions of myself that were rooted in survival
— Rested even when the world told me to push
— Honoured the void, the womb-space of rebirth
— Reemerged in slow devotion to what feels real
And tonight, I stand in the fullness of my own becoming.
Soft. Sacred. Whole.
Again.
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