Moon Goddess

Another full moon. Another date with destiny. Another chance to bathe in the moonlight and cleanse myself of the negative energies of the past month. Another opportunity to recharge and rejuvenate.
I love my moon, me. She never fails to be there. As loyal as the sun. As mysterious as space. As perfect as a pebble. As cracked as a rock. She embodies virtues of perfectionism, yet unabashedly flaunts her flaws, her cracks showing us that one needn’t be perfect to be beautiful. Even a soul with holes can still be complete from within.
Like the moon, we too are gods and goddesses, ebbing and flowing to the tides of the universe. We shine bright, lie low, wane, wax, appear and disappear. But we remain. Eternal. Magnificent. Majestic. Walking the path of love. Giving light when we’re called upon. Providing shelter when the need arises. Knowing when to hide in the shadows and when to come out and make a stand.
There’s a lot to learn from the moon. She’s the goddess of the night. The shelter for the weary.
She isn’t the sun. She doesn’t always shine bright and perky, day in and day out. She’s a bid moody, the moon. But that’s her charm. Therein lies her beauty, her mystery. She’s a woman in every sense of the word. Playing catch-me-if-you-can games. Moving in and out of the spotlight, shedding old skin and growing a new coat, living out her whims and fancies, celebrating her mood-swings… the charming, beguiling, mysterious witch that she is. That I am. That so many of us are. And we are. Some of us just don’t know it yet.