According to dictionary.com, “The Algonquin tribes kept track of the seasons by naming each recurring full moon.”
Hey Sacred Bombshell,
Supermoon watching through the trees…
Tonight the luscious and lovely full moon is closer to the earth than at any point in the past 20 years.
Whenever I hear the ignorant “how can you trust women because we bleed and don’t die,” I always think about how magical the Creator made us that we cycle like the moon and the tides.
What if we really believed in our true worth?
Power is as power does. Respect nature.
Goodnight Mother Moon!