full moon thoughts
too precious to (not) share
Lying on my stomach and rubbing my feet together under the covers while I wait for the full moon to peak around 3:44 AM. This is the last juicy full moon before the Summer Solstice, AND it happens to be the lowest-hanging full moon in almost 20 years. My head is more crowded than I hoped tonight, but I’ll make the best of it.
Bleeding during the Strawberry Moon (as it’s known by the Algonquin, Ojibwe, Dakota, Lakota, Chippewa, Oneida, and Sioux tribes) feels like the type of rosy cosmic lunar climax for which I should be seriously locked in. A full moon in Sagittarius is particularly ideal for expressing gratitude and ~shedding. Shedding uterine lining (an indicator of the passage of time, another month of healing and growing, a painful reminder that I’m still no one’s mother), shedding habits that no longer serve, shedding the crushing weight of the opinions of those who don’t understand me at all.
I’ve spent the last few months trying, with increased desperation and to no avail, to make myself small enough and quiet enough and soft enough and easy enough. I can think of no sadder self-inflicted punishment. As an apology to me and a promise to do better, I’ve been writing vows to myself. Building self-trust, seeking the stability that you can only give to yourself. Those promises to me are too precious to share, but I pulled together some photos, videos, and music that echo the same sentiments.
Sharing some new projects here in the coming days 👀
talk soon
xo, mal