At new moon, I’m fired up and open to ideas zipping around the universe. I take them, examine them and claim them if they’re useful. Sometimes I let them go; often I save them in case they may prove useful.
At new moon, I’m working towards. I act on new ideas. I can see where I want to be, what I want to achieve and a path to follow to get there.
At new moon, I’m fresh, vibrant and excited.
On the full moon, I give thanks – I’m here! I made it! There’s a sense of achievement, even if I’m not where I expected to be.
And then the moon begins to wane.
Louise asks Lizzie the question in The Orphan Witch:
“So the full moon isn’t necessarily the end of something?…
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