The warmth of gathering oneself and welcoming a quiet rest and all the while a piece of my spirit roams free . Moving along and suddenly the beloved moon catches hold of me . A magnetic attraction and a timeless song to the soul bringing one home .
The moon calls to a place of infinite wisdom and I off I go to the water’s edge again and again . It both soothes and ignites restlessness . The power of creation waiting for it’s moment to be born and looking to the moon for release and recognition . It befriends your mysteries and holds them dear .
The light that is sought will be found in the soothing , quiet of the dark .
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