I am the moon
All seeing, all knowing, filled with secrets.
I reflect the light of another, shining it into the darkness.
I wax and wane, pulling the sea with me.
I am a wisp of smoke
Teasing the nose on the breeze.
I dance on the currents, enticing others to follow.
I refuse to be dispersed, pooling in the lee behind the trees.
No one knows where I originated, even I have forgotten, as it doesn’t matter.
I frolic on the crispy wind, bringing warmth to each heart I touch.
I am a seed
Buried in the dark
Drawing nutrients from the decay around me
Daring to break through my protective shell
Stretching to reach for the light
Growing stronger with each wind that buffets me
Bursting forth into bloom
Leaving behind seeds to grow in my place
I am becoming:
A better version of myself
Inspired
Knowledgeable
The matriarch
More in tune with my needs and desiresWritten for a series of prompts during Beth Kempton ‘s SoulCircle lives.



This is beautiful — I love the way each image reveals another facet of becoming. The moon, the smoke, the seed… each one feels like a different expression of transformation, movement, and quiet strength. 💛✨
What a great thought to put in my head this Monday morning! Thanks Dawn!