Waning Moon

She's hard to spot between and behind the naked branches of my tree this Waning Moon morning. She reminds me of my Mom, and a deep sting of grief and missing hits me with a punch so hard it takes my breath away for a moment there in the frozen air. I raise my vibration and lift my chin and sing a hymn to the Mothers who have survived before me to make me who I am. An heir to their journey and lOve. Regardless of any outcome and any past. It has been made complete. It has been honored. The Women in me make the Woman I am. I am lOve in love in motion. I am Woman. Thank you Mom ❤ You are missed ❤