The Full Moon of My Heart.

Last night I watched the moon slowly rise above the ocean.

Big —Bold—Beautiful.

She asked to be seen.

She wanted to shine.

So she took up space in the sky.

She was full.

She did not apologize for this—

Nor did she did not doubt the phases necessary to get here.

So often we only see pieces of her—

a waning gibbous

a waxing crescent

But somewhere, in each sky,

She is always full.

She knows that human perception is limited—

She recognizes our view is finite.

So she trusts the process of evolving and surrendering to the darkness.

She believes in the ebb and flow of the tides—

And the natural succession of day to night.

I wonder if she know that when we cannot see her or we only catch a glimpse—

We marvel at her beauty and dance under her light.

We love her in totality.

We love her in pieces.

We honor her light in the darkness.

We honor her darkness in the light.

We recognize she is changing—

As she is supposed to

As I am supposed to

As you are supposed to.

I am—you are—we are—she is—

Full.

Whole.

Total.

Complete.

Changing.

Changing.

Changing.

Surrendering to darkness.

Shining in completion.

Rising.

Rising.

Rising.

Again—and again—and again

even when we can only see pieces

because we know the truth—

We are whole.