I have been in love with the moon for longer than I can remember. I don't doubt that you have, too,
Luna, Selene, She-Who-Is, Mani, Artemis. Her names are endless, her influence profound. Yet it is within the arms of velvet darkness, when the skies are starless, that her light reveals unspoken mysteries and calls the soul into an eternal dance. Where spirit is infinite, where unspoken illusions interplay into oracles and visions. Where we, as women, are deeply held and vowed into her beautiful sanctuary.
And so we float and fall, rapt in her glow.
I can't tell you all that it is that I see within her there, but I can show.