The night was dark and still, while Clara stood at the edge of the dark, unmoving trees of the forest. The darkness under the new moon filled the air with silent anticipation. Nothing could be seen, yet something in the trees were beginning to stir.

A shy sliver of light sliced through the darkness as the Waxing Crescent emerges from the dark night sky. Small hopes start to flicker in Clara like the flames of a candle at twilight as she dared to dream again. Friends, laughter, and moments long forgotten, Clara reached out as she felt the possibilities of new beginnings pull at her.

The higher the First Quarter moon climbed in the sky, she grows bolder and more confident, as Clara carves her path. Facing challenges head-on with determination even while doubts press close. Yet, strength is gathered, with every setback her spirit waxing alongside the glow in the sky.

As the Waxing Gibbous illuminates the night in almost-full light, Clara started to blossom. Embracing her flaws, she was aware of the imperfections she carried, yet she was nearly whole. Understanding they were apart of her story helped brighten her path forward.

Then, under the Full Moon’s glowing circle, everything burst into brilliance as joy, love, and clarity flooded Clara’s world. Shadows danced In the luminous glow, while hidden fears and old wounds surface making themselves visible for the first time in the light of the moon.

The heavy chains, expectations, and doubts of the past begin to be released under the moon as it began to wane to the Waning Gibbous, as they no longer served her. As gentle as the moons retreat, it was slow letting go, as space was created within.

In the thinning light, clarity is brought by the Last Quarter. Reassessed and healed, Clara learned to stand in her own silent power. Though some things remained unfinished, acceptance, like soft roots beneath the soil, grew.

Heart lighter, and ready for a renewal, Clara found herself under the nearly gone Waning Crescent. With the promise of cycles yet to come in the airy darkness before dawn, she found herself ready for sleep.

Clara smiled as the blank and inviting New Moon returned, but not as the woman who once was in the shadows but as the women who had journeyed through the phases feeling whole and ready to write

her new beginnings under the infinite sky.