The tender memory of an otherworldly being, glimpsed in a bowl of faded pink rose petals—this is an invitation to ask for what you want. Now, shut your wings and bump heads with your future self. The moon wants to tell you so many things. Down, down, down into the darkness. Heavy is just the thing.
Visualize one of these things today: the sound of mourning doves, selenite, music in the key of D, the taste of saltwater, and the imaginal playfulness of hound’s tongue.
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Waning Gibbous
The moon is 20 days old