new moon

This new year feels like moving backward in some ways rather than springing forward with resolution. Yesterday’s moon was washed in amber tones and hung low, nearly touching the road on my right side. A harvest moon in January, with a weather system to match. Internally, this stirred emotion and thoughts that turned to fall while looking forward to spring, to rebirth.

The seeds I’ve sown aren’t ready for harvest, so this morning’s bright, clear beaconlike signal high in the sky was more of a comfort. If I must trek into the darkness before the dawn, facing the moon in my morning path as I move alongside fellow travelers provides some inspiration. Some hopeful symbol to continue onward as I look even further ahead.