05/12/2025
Hina, Moon Weaver of the Silver Night
In the hush of the oceanβs breath and the glow of midnight tides,
Hina rises.
She is the goddess who spun moonlight into destiny,
who left the heaviness of the mortal world
and ascended into the celestial silver of her own becoming.
They say she did not fleeβ
she transformed.
In every ripple of water, every soft pull of the tide,
Hina whispers of the power hidden in change,
in choosing a path lit not by certainty,
but by inner knowing.
Her moon is more than lightβ
it is a doorway.
A place where the heart remembers its ancient rhythm,
where intuition is older than language,
and the soul returns to its ocean-deep wisdom.
She is the keeper of tides,
the painter of dreams,
the silent glow that follows wanderers home.
So when the world feels too heavy,
look up.
The moon is not just a moon it is Hinaβs lantern in the dark,
a reminder that your spirit, too,
can rise beyond what binds it.
She does not simply watch us from the sky she calls us to remember who we have always been.
