Full Circle - Embracing Our Cyclical Human Experience: A journey of reflection straight from my journal entry.

In the night sky on September 28, 2023. The last of 4 supermoons in a row in 2023.

There's a supermoon today. Some years ago that wouldn't have been a sentence I had cared to jot down, but in recent times, looking up at the moon has become somewhat ritualistic. Sure, she's not as massive as the sun, but her presence in the night sky feels just as commanding. At this time of the year, every time there’s a full moon, it sits at eye view right outside my south windows while I take my winddown bedtime shower. In my gaze at it, I wonder how can we be so sure that the power it commands over the vast waters on Earth does not affect us in the same way? How can it not move us and roll the tides of our inner existence in the same way? I talk to her amid the cascade of a warm shower. Not to her per se, but maybe to a version of myself that I hope is listening. Lately, the full moon represents a time of reflection. A reminder that my journey is also continuously cycling in phases that I am not aware of until I step out of them. In many ways, it represents what I hope to be; a reflection of light against the darkness. Contrasted against shadows with a perfectly crisp halo while flaunting craters of imperfection on her face. What would it feel like to stand in that much confidence and power? She never reveals all of herself, but even if we never see it, we know the dark side of the moon is just as exquisite. 

I speak in prayer. Asking to always meet myself more deeply before the next lunar cycle, and ironically it's in those moments that I find myself fine-tuning that exact request. Because it's not just a series of poetic notes of self-inquiry, it's a confession to myself. A confession that I don't know the answers and that sometimes I don't even have the trust in myself to lead me toward them. But when I say them in front of the moon, it feels like she reflects the words back to me and turns them into these silvery moonlit silk threads that weave all the pieces together for me. In those moments when I face my own words and demystify them, I feel less afraid. Every single time.