I woke up in the at twelve thirty at night, and thoughts begun to race through my mind. Conversations I’d had in the day, things that were worrying me and how I was really upset with someone. So much so that I was at the verge of tears. As I lay there, I wondered what I could do and felt myself falling into old thought patterns; poor hard done by me.
I love symbols and signs, and often look at what is showing up in my life and how it might direct me. I love the moon, the phases of the moon and the significance if it’s full, new or even blue. As a kid, I used to look up at the moon and love the face it was pulling. If I’m honest, I still look up at the moon and the face it’s pulling.