The New Moon in Taurus
The Roots of Knowing -
The roots are calling me to dig deeper as the
Dark sky reaches inward and pulls at threads of doubt and nothingness
The shadow is always there, searching for the most tender moments to strike
Beginning with me, there was the end of accepting answers that were untrue
Wonder was the blessing that led to the red road and carried me forth
Sometimes in spring I still feel as free as that girl who was not
Waiting at the gate named permission
Knowing all along that joy does not need to be granted access to exist
So beautiful, Melissa Jane! Thank you for sharing.
I feel like this is a perfect snapshot in time for you. Lovely. Very visual, like I can see you framed in these words.
Ah! Thank you so much, Brooke!
You’re welcome ✨☺️
The Roots of Knowing -
The roots are calling me to dig deeper as the
Dark sky reaches inward and pulls at threads of doubt and nothingness
The shadow is always there, searching for the most tender moments to strike
Beginning with me, there was the end of accepting answers that were untrue
Wonder was the blessing that led to the red road and carried me forth
Sometimes in spring I still feel as free as that girl who was not
Waiting at the gate named permission
Knowing all along that joy does not need to be granted access to exist
So beautiful, Melissa Jane! Thank you for sharing.
I feel like this is a perfect snapshot in time for you. Lovely. Very visual, like I can see you framed in these words.
Ah! Thank you so much, Brooke!
You’re welcome ✨☺️