somewhere between last night and this morning, i came back.
lately, i'm aware of these gray spells...spontaneous underworld excursions that twist me and turn me until i'm nearly exhausted.
and then i come back.
suddenly the dreams and whispers make sense. i don't feel like i'm walking in a haze or trying to see through a barely transparent veil.
i'm joyful, comforted, and comforting.
prayers are answered.
it all seems to be related to the moon...when it goes dark, so do i. as it waxes, i become more empowered. by the full moon, i'm wide-eyed and captivated, in love with the world.
i suppose i should have expected a month with two eclipses and two new moons to be a rollercoaster ride.
i'm learning. slowly, but i'm learning.