Grandmother Moon, you twist and turn the tides within me, pulling the wind beneath my wings. Buried in your mouth lives my fire and she dances wildly to the howling of my sacredness. Hear them scream through the very blood breathing in your veins -the healers before you, pouring like the rain.
Brush off the dirt from your hair and crawl out of your grave. Reborn from the broken, reclaim -reclaim.
#newmoon blessing beautiful souls ✨