Grandmother Moon

She is always there..

Her energy ebbing and flowing with the strength of the moon…

The moths drawn to her light as she moves gracefully and mysteriously from a young, new, energetic crescent , bursting with excitement and new beginnings …

through to the round, satisfied, strong and powerful full moon…energising, magical and wise.

Here she becomes her crone self, her self assured, no nonsense, poised and resolute self.

She is whole and ripe and full of wisdom.

And then, once again she diminishes to becomes darkness itself.

lost.

lost, except for the glinting starlight memories of her glimmer… sparkling as if to guide her back,

back to the most delicate, wonderous crescent sliver of excitement and new beginnings once again.