Mother Moon

When my life is more simple, I am more connected to the passage of time. I’ve really been in touch with how much I need simplicity and nature to keep me in a good place and just to feel me, feel my Self. When I was walking after dinner last night (now a few nights ago), I was surprised by the full moon popping up over the trees. I started to cry. It was so beautiful and I was so grateful for its presence and beauty.

It was so reassuring, too, that nothing stays the same.  My life is such that I currently pray for change.  There are cycles and rhythms and, like the moon, sometimes the changes are so small from day to day that I don’t notice them.  Still, they are real and, over time, I can take their measure.  I found much comfort in that remembrance and my connection with that rhythm.

As a woman whose body has a rhythm of ebb and flow much like that of the moon, I fell deeply connected to Her.  I am now 45.  I wonder how that connection will change over time as my cycles move away from Hers, becoming less predictable and then stopping altogether.   I won’t even know that my cycles have really stopped until I look back over a year of their absence.

Like the moon changes, my body’s changes, too, will come slowly.  One day at a time, they will be unnoticeable.   Over time, I can take their measure.  For today, as the moon is already waning, I look forward again to Her fullness and to mine.

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