Morningstar

The stars around the fair moon fade

Against the night,

When gazing full she fills the glade

And spreads the seas with silvery light

secretly reading novels, other books under your desk while a teacher is teaching

Persephone & Hades

Light candles and sit with them in the dark. You are light upon light.

Wear silk and lace and fall into bed

Wear whatever makes you feel connected and at ease

Talk to the stars, read them poetry, tell them how much you’ll miss them in the morning.

Make tea with some milk and honey and breathe in the steam curling up to your face

Take a bath and sink so the water is up to your neck. Feel the air struggle to slowly fill your lungs and come back up, breathe deeply (you don’t need fancy bath bombs/salts/flowers but if you have them then great)

Feel your heartbeat at the pulse points: wrist and neck. Then press your hand against your chest and feel your heart beating again and again.

Imagine the blood rush with each pump and acknowledge that it’s not in your control and that’s ok. Someone’s looking out for you.

Make eye contact often. Even if it’s for a split second.

Talk to a plant, give it water, nature is always there for you, waiting.

Try to feel moonlight. Bathe in it and feel it’s power to wash over you.

Reach out to graze rays of sunlight with your fingertips and slowly sink your body into sunshine as it seeps into your bones and reminds you of your own warmth

Drive down an empty highway with the windows down and imagine you’re the music being whisked away on the wind

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