25/05/2026
She remembers through the pull of the moon. 🌙
Not in words, but in tides.
In the way her body softens when no one is asking her to be hard.
In the ache that rises before release.
In the quiet knowing that she was never meant to bloom in straight lines.
& the moon…she does not apologize for disappearing.
She teaches us that there is holiness in becoming unseen, in resting, in shedding skin beneath the dark.
To dance with gravity and surrender.
To let life move through you like ocean through salt caves.
To trust the waxing, the waning, the pull toward fullness and emptiness, all in the same.
📸 : .mikeyhearson
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