The full moon has always drawn our gaze. She rises, luminous and constant, a celestial companion who has journeyed with us for centuries. To look upon her silvery face as she arcs across the night sky is to know that I am seeing the same moon my ancestors once beheld, and in that knowing, I…
Crimson Cloaked She Rises Where I live, the moon rises from behind a mountain. In autumn, when the nights draw in and the air carries a hush, you can see its light before you see its face—an eerie glow seeping through mist and breeze, as if the land itself remembers. On eclipse night, that glow…
The moon has long been a quiet companion to humanity—a celestial presence that shapes tides, marks time, and stirs something deep within us. For centuries, it has been woven into myth, ritual, and guidance, its silent journey across the sky mirroring the rhythms of change within our own lives. Perhaps it’s no surprise that we…