Halo of the Moon Poem

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Halo of the Moon

Before it had a name,

it was a whisper—

soft as moonlight,

persistent as a tide.

It lived quietly within me,

a silver thread tugging at my spirit,

calling me home

to a path not yet walked,

but somehow always known.

I carried it through endings,

through seasons of surrender,

through doors closing

and new ones opening

before I had time to knock.

I learned that healing

is not a straight road—

it is a spiral,

returning me again and again

to the truth of who I am.

And then—

on a threshold day,

with trembling hands

and a courageous heart,

I said yes.

Yes to the dream.

Yes to the calling.

Yes to the wolf at my side,

the moon above my head,

and the light within my own chest.

Now Halo of the Moon rises—

not as a business alone,

but as a blessing.

A sacred fire.

A silver howl.

A doorway held open

for me and others to remember ourselves.

And for me—

Founder, healer, guide—

I stand beneath the moon

not asking for permission,

but offering my gifts.

Awakened.

Aligned.

Becoming.

And somewhere,

my Silver Moon Wolf lifts her head

and howls—

She is ready. 🌙🐺