The written loom

Tonight, the moon is whole..
Dressed in red.. Not out of anger, but emotion..

It stands high and silent, like a goddess who remembers everything: what was said, what was kept behind closed eyes, what slipped through the hands of the days..

The ancients knew her..
The witches awaited her..
The wolves sang for her..
And the earth, the whole earth, became moonstruck..

The moon does not fear tomorrow..
It knows its light will begin to fade, bit by bit, until it vanishes completely..

And still, it does not grieve..

Because every cycle is a spell:

Τo disappear, in order to return..
To shrink, in order to become whole again..

And tonight, as always, it reminds all creatures of the earth, humans, trees, animals, water, that completion doesn’t last forever, but it is enough.. And that losing light is never the end, only the beginning of return..

So don’t look away.. The Blood Moon is here.. And tonight, everything remembers..

Tatiana,