Blessed full moon, this cold moon. The last of such fullness we see before Yule, after which the wheel turns another cycle towards longer lighter days.

The seeds I have been planting every moon, seasons turn, and celestial shower are starting to grow.

What wonders a heart that knows what it wants and eyes who see beyond time get to become, when paired with patience flowers bloom.

There is a certain darkness that shows a new layer. A stillness that offers deeper reflection. A breathless moment that lasts for what feels an infinity reminds me that I am so much very more than I can imagine.