I watched the moon grace the heavens last night; filled with the wonderment of ten thousand years, she bowed her head once more.

Enticing the memory of many moons now long since past; walks against the river’s edge and the pleasantries of newfound love.

And we are left to stand as witness, to this dance of light upon broken glass.

“The stars are brilliant at this time of night,” writes Charlotte Erikkson. “and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break. For darling, these times are quite glorious.”

And, as I walk this path, I am reminded still – constancy never changes, though sometimes our perceptions will.

She calls to us in these depths of night; beckoning the will upon Faith’s bended knee.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️