Dear Moon

Dear, dear Moon, sweet, full Moon, full, on my birthday,

What do you see? I come to you, hair damp from my shower, makeup free, face shining, arms wide open, head tipped back. I would drink you if I could. Your perspective is so far from mine. Tell me, what do you see?

Dear girl, sweet, full girl, alive, on your birthday.

You are tiny, far away from me, frightfully alone and hiding a little, but you are so open to me, you shine so bright, that I cannot help but see you.

You are arhythmic but authentic, so as long as I watch you, I trust you. Your dance makes me smile.

Girl, you are nothing to me. Your superiority bears no weight in my view. You must shine as you do so that I can see you. You are a listener. I may tell . you things before they are ready to be known. I do this to hold you, to hold onto you.

I am full, tonight. I am at my best, my brightest. I cannot always look upon you like this. When I am dark, I trust you to hold yourself. But when I am light, like tonight, I will light you up, Girl, because your body is open and you are asking for me to see you.

We are in sync tonight, my fullness and your birthday! Look at you. I am so proud of you. You do not forget me, and so I keep watch over you. and look, how you have grown, what you have owned, how you have built a foundation of juicy connection to your world.

This is your path. (I can say this. I am The Moon.) You are at the beginning. You have dreamed of climbing, and here we are again. A foundation on which you will travel towards me, and I will grow ever brighter. Happy 32 sweet girl.

Happy birthday.

Love,

Moon.

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