Yesterday, I went to watch the full moon rise as I do every month. It’s strange how deeply I feel connected to the moon as if she is the only one who has witnessed the whole arc of my life. The messy parts. The shattered parts. The lonely parts. And the moments where I fall in love with the small, fleeting beauty of being alive.

Here are a few words I jotted down in my journal as I sat there, watching her rise from the ocean.

Today, Reiko and Sajal and I went to see the fullmoon again