Waxing Gibbous Moon
She grows, night by night in the sky. She slips willingly and freely into the night, into the welcoming dark. She leaves behind the golden sun, more sure of herself, and her own light. She shines so strongly, curvaceous and pregnant, holding new life inside her, her energy flowing and pulsing. There is a rhythm here, familiar to all of those who have held new life in their laps, new creations, new dreams, new worlds.
She dances with love now, drawing in all she needs as the birth and her peak draw closer, whispers of promises on the night breezes, gentle and soft, or fierce and raw. She waxes, the moon, following the path that she has worn through the stars with endless aeons of her dance. Her pearly light paints opal shadows on the land and tips the waves in moon-spun lace, delicate tracery of celestial patterns.
Mother Moon, Pregnant Moon, so full and joyous. We can see her draw in her desires and make them real, we can see her grow with them and make them a part of her. As she does, so can we, so can we grow from our maiden inspiration to our pregnant promise, looking ahead to our full power as we birth the changes we wish to see.
She has done this so many times before, and so have all of us. It can be hard to hold and channel our power, harness it to grow what we want, but we have only to look for our moon, and she will shine a light on our path. We can breathe into our flow and trust ourselves, trust our power to work us, to cycle with as all things in nature do.
Waxing Gibbous Moon knows herself and knows us too. She reaches forth into the unknown and embraces all that she is and can be. Magic flows into her and through her, and we may wrap that magic around us closely, to wear as we step into the future.
