My observations have led me to know for a fact that I do not want to worship the moon nor give it any of my power despite the trend to do so right now.
I'm playing with daily practice to find a way that fulfills me, and trying to release the idea that I should be doing it to be valid or uber-spiritual or whatever. I'm feeling into the shifting energies of the natural world again.
Desperate to merge my need to sweat with my new identity, I started an experiment. I designed every training session with the Moon as my muse. I needed working out to have a purpose, even one beyond self-care. I became willing to accept that my body didn’t show up the same, day after day, like ...