The last few days have been stressful and chaotic for me leaving me without the ability to put any words to the page. Things are settling and though exhausted I feel words starting to form as if by magic. I don’t know some days where they come from and when they leave, I’m never sure when they will return. The only thing that seems certain is that they will return.
There is something undeniable about the full moon and the energy it sends my way. No matter how I would rationalize it, each time it comes around, it’s as if it reaches to the very center of my soul. It lights up the sky and shines down on me carrying me with it and filling me with a renewed supply of words, thoughts and stories from where I do not know. Perhaps it is the beautiful light, illuminating all that sits waiting inside.