I got my moon cycle for the first time since last January. 18 months.
18 months ago we decided we were ready to be a family.
18 months ago another human began their creation inside of me.
18 months ago my Moon yielded to my Son.
Today, my Son yields to my Moon.
This time with milk in breasts and baby in arms.
Tides greater than both of us are pulling on me again.
Pushing my system back to it's own rhythm.
Pulling me away ever so slightly.
A forced return.
The inevitability of separation is so bittersweet. It makes you nostalgic for what's barely even gone. It makes you admit what you care about most. It makes your love even more tender.
So today, I honor the blood and the tidal wave of motherhood.
Thank you to the Life that makes us, moves us, and keeps us soft.
Happy new mama moon to me.