The many moods of a moon child.
Once Upon a Time
i used to be pro-life because i wanted a baby someday, and somehow they seemed connected. my dad was a bit weird, very brilliant and nothing i would ever want to mimic in a partner. but babies are babies, and i grew up in a “thing” and my dad raised me to be pro-life. i respect that. i do not respect him. i do not respect his idealogy. i never did, but feeling that way, and consciously changing what you DO believe are separate.
i grew up with predators. amongst them. it sounds like maybe i grew up in the jungle doesn't it? do you hope that is where this story is going? i wish. but then i don't, because if it wasn't for the stories i've been honored to listen to and live, i wouldn't be the woman i am. i wouldn't be able to question things and have helped fight to save some of the ones i've gotten to meet long the way.
The Many Moods of a Moonchild
There is a certain amount of magic in letting yourself explore without agenda, write without agenda, love without agenda. However, if you're confused at the title, let me elucidate. I'm a cancer, and as watery and emotional as they come. At some point, someone coined 'moonchild' for us watery bitches. We love by the tide of the moon and her moods. There is an element of magic in that ability to flow ... it led me to owning my intuition, and the gifts living by that has led me to.