Something inside of me is very, very broken. when I look into the eyes of the Moon and spill my secrets into her, I can feel her warm, comforting embrace taking me into her bosom, allowing me to weep freely because she understands, she’s been with me since the beginning. Lighting up the night so I can see what is in front of me She takes my pain, my anger, my fear and makes it her own, selflessly. She tells me to keep going, that today is not the day I give in because I haven’t finished yet. She heals me in ways no person ever has or will be able to. This is what drew me to the practicing of witchcraft. My fascination with the moon, whom I’ve stayed up until the early morning talking to since I was a little girl, always feeling at home with her. My inexplicable love for the ocean and all life aquatic. My obsession with dreams of diving deep down into the abyss. The feeling I get when I’m surrounded by nothing but water, how I don’t want to come up for air. The connection I feel when I look into an animal’s soulful eyes and we both just know. My intuition and my gut instincts always speaking to me. The coincidences that couldn’t possibly be. It all connected perfectly. Mother Moon has been guiding me my entire life and for that, I am thankful.
