Come and rest, she calls in the whisper of the wind.  And my hair dances on my face like a million little finger tips, gently caressing… The time has come again, for the world to rest.  The moon rises, and she smiles as we drift to sleep… to dream… to explore…

In darkness, my body is soft and round.  My hands travel down my face, where the lines remind me of sadness and joy, all wrapped up in the story of my eyes and mouth.  My neck, where my voice resides, I feel the pulsation of my heart, and my breath as it travels slowly in and out of my body.  I take a moment to pause on the round breasts that remind me of my womanhood, my someday motherhood, and my ever present sexuality.  They gently rise and fall with each breath, like wings.  Further down to my big belly that bubbles with excitement.  It is soft and radiant.  This big belly, holds my life force, deep within, I can feel it.  I travel even further down, to my sex.  Warm and inviting.  Again, pulsing.  Down further, where my strong legs hold up my body.  They carry me through the day.  And finally, my feet that remind me of where I have walked, and where I have yet to travel.

I need the rest that the winter brings.  I often resist it.  This big life, needs big rest.  This big body needs replenishment in order to meet the new challenges ahead.  Dear Moon, keep the light at bay long enough to restore me.  Now, to dream, to explore, to rest…