To the New Moon and in Anticipation of Imbolc…
The water has spilled over, flooding every thought and feeling. Don’t cling to the edges—just let yourself drown.The moon reflects in this whirlpool of passion and sorrow, as if to immerse a torn heart into a healing potion.As if the death of the moon is not enough to awaken.As if the power of the heavens is not enough to soar. And for the icy water to turn back into milk,
