03/01/2026
THE MOON AND ME
I’ve often wondered why I’m drawn so deeply to the moon.
Not admiration.
Something bodily. Magnetic. Unexplainable.
Tonight, I stop. I look up.
My breath slows. My shoulders soften.
The noise inside me fades.
And I realise I don’t look at the moon.
I meet it.
It asks nothing of me.
No clarity. No strength. No performance.
It simply exists in rhythm. Waxing. Waning. Returning.
With the moon, I remember
I am not meant to be constant
I am meant to be cyclical
I am allowed to pause
to change
to ebb and rise in my own time
The moon doesn’t pull me outward
It draws me inward
Back to stillness
Back to grace
Back to myself
This was never about the moon
It is a return to me
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