Musing from the other night when the moon was full.
A round orb that shines bright, playing peek-a-boo over the landscape. The moon seems entangled in the branches of the tree outside my window. Tonight I feel it’s magical pull leading my blood into pools of peaceful rest. I want to dream about floating over all my concerns, my worries, my deadlines. I want to rotate around my Earth, my grounding, my anchor – those sentiments that make me do my best.