The moon casts a different face everyday. Yet the moon is always the moon. It is always whole. Always reflective.

Each cloud we burst, each moon we drum, each sun we dance is an essential part of the wheel. Though they are not the whole circle of our being. The whole is incalculable.

Stop and listen. The story is everywhere.

Believing you are good is like believing in the half moon.

All things bleed together.