Full Moon Flow
When I was a little girl, I liked to imagine I was a flower. I imagined turning toward the sun every morning, drinking in its rays, slowly opening up. I tried to imagine the wind kissing my petals as I swayed freely without fear or hesitation. I also imagined the warm summer raindrops sliding down my stem and into my roots making the earth around me wet, my leaves would provide shelter for the ladybugs and crickets who were my friends. What I remember most vividly was the moon and how she always shared her light with us no matter what shape she would take each night. Always there. Always watching over me in my sleep. Happy full moon, lovelies. May the moon remind us all that we are our most beautiful when we embrace the fullness of our beauty, imperfections and all.