//moon birthing//
a moment suspended between sky + sea
BORN OF THIS MOON
there is an ancient tide rising. it ebbs + flows with steady potency, returning to the shore of my own knowing. with each wave, there is a call that comes closer, asking me to listen. the songs of my grandmothers reach the surface—I hear their song crystal clear. their wisdom moves through me, carried on the current of something sacred. the energy of the new moon in cancer is here. it opens a threshold—a portal that ushers in all that is holy, all that is felt, all that is forming. this is a moon of remembering. of returning. of reweaving what has been severed. we are invited to meet this moment with presence. to feel what is rising. to birth what longs to become. all seeds born of this moon hold multitudes of magick.
STARS + SIGNS
the cosmos are already speaking. when we choose to tune-in + listen, we become conduits—amplifying the abundance, magnifying their mightiness. this is a time of moon birthing—where what is felt in the body is echoed in the sky. the stars illuminates the signs that want from within.
our moon mother, cancer—the sign of lineage, nourishment, and devotion—opens a sacred well. these waters swirl with memory + meaning. they carry both softness + strength—an invitation to be with what is tender, what is true, what is still becoming.
a rare cazimi—the sun, moon, and jupiter all in cancer—brings a tidal surge of energy. this alignment infuses every seed sown now with grace, expansion, and emotional resonance.
jupiter moves through the heartspace, swelling our capacity for hope, for healing, for holy remembrance.
in the therapeutic current of this moment, we feel the body attune: the nervous system grounds through presence. the parts within find voice + recognition. ancestral echoes stir. and all of it is welcome. what is surfacing now belongs. what opens now frees. the body offers truth. and even in her darkness, the moon offers reflection. together, they guide us home.
ART AS AN ANCHOR
after attuning to the celestial rhythms + the inner tides, i turn toward image. toward creation. toward what wants to emerge from this moment. my art process moves with the moon—a ritual of returning to the felt sense, listening inward, and allowing the imagery to rise from the unseen.
the whale came first—gliding in as a guardian of depth, memory + matrilineal power. she holds the stories of those who came before, carrying what could not be spoken. she is both vessel + voice. her presence is steady, expansive, and ancient—a reminder that healing often moves below the surface, in the realms we cannot name.
the sea followed—vast + unrelenting. it speaks to the emotional landscapes we navigate. this is where grief lives, where longing churns, where release begins. the sea is the sacred container for all we feel.
the sky opens above it all—a symbol of vision, perspective + limitless becoming. it reminds us that we are not bound by the past. we are connected to something far greater—cosmic, divine, infinite.
the mountains rise with their own language—resilience, endurance, legacy. they speak to the strength of our foremothers and the grounded power of knowing who you are + where you come from.
the moon is ever-present—hovering, witnessing, reflecting. she guides us into rebirth, into remembrance. she reminds us that even in darkness, there is movement. even in silence, there is growth.
and the woman—waiting at the threshold—she is an offering herself. of body, of spirit, of lineage. she holds space for what is too vast to name. she is the bridge between the seen + unseen, the self + the collective, the past + what is yet to come.
each symbol within this piece carries a frequency. together, they anchor the energy of this lunation. they invite you to soften, to witness, to receive. to let your own moon birth unfold, however it arrives.
Returning
this moon invites a return—to what’s felt but not always seen, to the wisdom that lives in your body, to the becoming already underway. what rises now matters. what stirs beneath the surface is sacred. may this threshold mark a quiet turning. a moment of deep attunement. a beginning. if something is forming within you—a story, a vision, a truth—may you let it come forth. may you let it be born. sending you all my love, always.
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