We are beginning our transition into darkness once again.  The sun, He sets earlier and earlier… and the Moon, She rises to rule the skies once more…

The chill in the air hits my bones, and I am reminded of my humanity.  My flesh bubbles, the hair on my head wisps my face.  My eyes close, and I breathe the crisp air deeply, slowly.  In and out, I take my time to breathe in the dark.

The darkness has always frightened me.  The unknown.
I am forced, to either accept that light will come once again, or live in fear.  I often stumble somewhere between the two.

The Moon reminds me of my femaleness… She is bright and dark, mysterious, and beautifully glowing in the darkness.  The darkness brings pleasure in her shadows that streak the walls.  The trees dance in the wind, and I hear them singing outside my window.  The Moon, the conductor.

This is the time for rest.  All life knows this instinctively.  Humans are still learning.  We rush, and take little time to rest our souls.  I am learning, again and again, to breathe, to rest.  To be in the darkness, and be at peace with it.

I pray, the Moon guide my spirit to a higher understanding of my humanity.  I want to rest.  Let me rest.  Let me breathe.  Let my body fill this space, this dark space.  Bright Moon, fill my skies, and guide my night, for it will be morning again… I will once again be longing for rest.