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Born Beneath the Waning Crescent Moon 🌘

The Soul of the Old Moon.

Several years ago, I discovered that I was born under a Waning Cresent Moon on April 4, 1967. There is something profoundly beautiful about being born beneath this moon. Over time it has helped me work to understand who I am, the whys as to how I move through this life, and this knowledge has insisted that I continue to discover and learn about myself.

While most people are drawn to the brilliance of the Full Moon, there is a different kind of magic in the final sliver of light. In the quiet Moon that appears just before dawn, carrying the wisdom of an entire lunar cycle within her.

The Waning Crescent, sometimes called the Balsamic Moon, is the final phase before darkness gives way to the New Moon. It is a time of surrender, reflection, release, healing, and preparation for what has yet to be born.

And perhaps those born beneath her carry some of that same energy.

🌘 The energy of the old soul

Those born under a Waning Crescent Moon are often associated with deep intuition, introspection, spiritual awareness, and an unusual understanding of endings and beginnings.

There can be a feeling of knowing things without always knowing how you know them.

You may sense when something has run its course before anyone else recognizes it. You may find yourself drawn toward solitude, not because you don’t love people, but because you need quiet to hear your own inner voice.

The Waning Crescent teaches that wisdom doesn’t always come from doing more.

Sometimes it comes from observing. From listening. From allowing life to reveal what it has been trying to teach you all along.

🌿 You may be a keeper of endings

The Waning Crescent isn’t afraid of endings. I can say for me personally, I don’t even like the ending of a TV or Netflix series, let alone the ending of anything else.  I do however understand this.  I look out and see periods of profound transformation throughout life. Friendships change. Old identities fall away. Beliefs that once felt certain no longer fit.

There is an understanding that everything moves in cycles: beginnings, growth, fullness, decline, death, rest, and eventually rebirth. It does not make anything ending easy, but it gives balance. 

And although those endings can hurt, there can also be an almost instinctive understanding that something must sometimes be released so something more authentic can emerge.

The lesson isn’t to cling to what is disappearing. It is to trust the space it leaves behind.

🔮 Your magic may live in the unseen

The Waning Crescent is a quiet Moon. It doesn’t demand attention.

It doesn’t need to be the brightest thing in the sky. And perhaps that is part of its lesson for us

Not all power is loud.

Some power looks like intuition.

Some looks like resilience.

Some looks like walking away.

Some looks like forgiveness.

Some looks like beginning again when nobody else understands why.

This Moon reminds us that darkness is not the absence of light. Sometimes darkness is where the next version of ourselves is forming.

✨ The gift of being born under the Waning Crescent

I was always drawn to this moon. My jewelry reflects this, even before I knew this about myself. Every time  I saw any type of depiction of this moon, I would see it. I especially saw it as she lit the sky.   

If you were born beneath this Moon, perhaps your greatest gift is your ability to understand the beauty of transformation. You know, somewhere deep within you, that life is not meant to remain the same. You are allowed to outgrow people. You are allowed to change your mind. You are allowed to shed identities that no longer fit. You are allowed to walk into the unknown. And you are allowed to become softer, wiser, quieter, and more deeply yourself.

Because the Waning Crescent carries one of the oldest messages of the Moon:

Nothing truly ends. It changes form. The light disappears, but it does not die. It simply prepares to return. And perhaps that is the magic you were born carrying.

The knowing that even in the darkest moments, another beginning is already gathering beneath the surface. 🌘🌿✨

Peace,

Cath

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Home Is Not Always a Place

We are often taught to think of home as somewhere we can point to on a map—a house, an address, four walls filled with familiar things.

But sometimes, home is not a place at all.

Sometimes, home is a feeling.

It is the exhale that comes when you finally feel safe enough to be fully yourself. It is the warmth that settles into your spirit when you are surrounded by people who see you, hear you, and love you without asking you to become someone else.

Home can be found in a person’s embrace, in the sound of someone laughing in the next room, or in the quiet companionship of a soul who understands you without needing an explanation.

And sometimes, home is found within ourselves.

There are seasons in life when the places we once called home no longer feel like they belong to us. People change. Relationships shift. Children grow. Houses are sold. Friendships end. Paths that once felt certain suddenly lead somewhere else.

It can be painful to realize that what once felt like home no longer does.

But perhaps there is something sacred in that realization.

Spiritually, we are always becoming. We are shedding old versions of ourselves, releasing what no longer aligns with our souls, and learning to trust the path unfolding beneath our feet. Sometimes the feeling of being “homeless” in our own lives is actually an invitation to come home to ourselves.

To listen inward.

To remember who we were before the world told us who we should be.

To create a home within our own hearts that cannot be taken away by another person’s absence.

Home might be the garden where your hands touch the earth and your spirit becomes quiet. It might be sitting beneath the moon, listening to the night, and feeling connected to something much larger than yourself. It might be music that reaches a place inside you that words cannot.

Home is where your spirit can breathe.

Home might be a familiar scent, an old song, a cup of tea held between your hands, or the peaceful feeling that comes when you finally stop running from yourself.

And sometimes, home is a person.

man and woman dancing at center of trees
Photo by Scott Broome on Unsplash

Not because they complete you, but because their presence reminds you that you were never incomplete.

The deepest kind of home does not demand that you shrink, perform, or pretend. It gives you room to grow. It allows you to change without making you feel guilty for becoming someone new.

Maybe that is why some places feel like home the moment we arrive, while others never do—even after years of being there.

Because the soul recognizes what the mind cannot always explain.

Home is where your spirit can breathe.

Where your heart can soften.

Where your truth does not have to whisper.

Where you can take off the masks you learned to wear and simply exist.

And perhaps the greatest spiritual lesson is this:

You are allowed to create home wherever your soul feels at peace.

You do not have to stay somewhere simply because it is familiar. You do not have to hold onto people simply because they once felt like home. And you do not have to fear beginning again when your spirit is calling you somewhere new.

Sometimes leaving is how we find ourselves.

Sometimes losing a home is how we discover that we were carrying one inside us all along.

So wherever life finds you—among familiar walls or somewhere completely unknown—listen closely to what your spirit is telling you.

Notice where you feel lighter.

Notice where you feel safe.

Notice where you can laugh freely, love deeply, and be unapologetically yourself.

Those places are sacred.

Those people are sacred.

And that feeling?

That is home.

Perhaps home was never meant to be a destination.

Perhaps home was always the moment when your soul whispered:

“Here. I can breathe here.”

Peace,

Cath

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Our Wolf Moon

January and a brand new calendar year offers us the Wolf Moon. The first of three supermoons in 2026, this moon occurs on January 3, peaking at 5:03 am (EST).

Native American traditions used the name as wolves were heard howling in January. These vocalizations were to maintain pack bonds, define territory, and coordinate hunts.

Different cultures used descriptive names for this moon based on winter conditions, such as:

  • Cold Moon or Frost Exploding Moon(Cree).
  • Center Moon (Assiniboine), marking the midpoint of winter.
  • Greetings Moon (Western Abenaki).
  • Spirit Moon (Ojibwe).

Bringing nature to ourselves, this gives us the opportunity for introspection, identifying community, and every wild instinct that we can find symbolized by the wolf. Yes, I did say that.

I did a quick Google search about characteristics found in wolves:

  1. Social & Family-Oriented:Wolves live in family units called packs, typically led by a mated pair (often called alpha) and their offspring, working together to hunt and raise young. 
  2. Apex Predators:As top predators, they hunt large ungulates (hoofed animals like deer, elk, moose) and sometimes smaller prey, using teamwork, stealth, and endurance. 
  3. Masters of Communication:They use complex howls to communicate over long distances, mark territory, and rally the pack, alongside body language and scent. 
  4. Vast Territories:Packs require huge areas to find food, covering significant distances daily (up to 30 miles or more) and defending large home ranges. 
  5. Diverse Appearance:While known as “gray wolves,” they come in various colors, including black, white, brown, and reddish hues, adapting to different environments like tundras, forests, and mountains. 

As we take time to watch and reflect on the gift of this beautiful full moon, it is important to know our pack. Commit to who we run this journey with and feel safe within that community. You have strength in your singularity, but power in the ones you chose.

You can stand in full strength of who you are, while behind you, all around you, and sometimes even running ahead of you is the power of your pack.

Like the wolf, chose this wisely. Knowing who you are, those that run with you know that too, and with authority, you are your own. Even from afar, you will hear them, they will hear you, and your voices together are infinitely – resoundingly – strong.

May peace, power, and community run with us all into this new year.

Peace,

cath

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Seen.

When you are seen.

The “I see you” is a compliment of the highest placement in our human condition.

“Being seen” refers to feeling recognized and valued for your true self, fulfilling a basic human need for connection and belonging. It involves acknowledgment through validation and support, the complete opposite of invisibility or neglect.

Recently I posted a short video of the tree in our front yard. It seems that ever since we moved there, this tree has had an every-other-year burst of just the most beautiful fall color change I have ever seen in a tree. She is a Japanese Maple tree I believe.  Her reds are just gorgeous, and in the summer, she is equally beautiful. I sit on the porch a lot and look at her.  I watch the birds go from limb to limb.  It’s a whole thing.

Under the video a few days later in the comment section, a friend that lives away from me posted a picture of a beautiful red tree she saw where she lives. No words, just the tree photo.  What that meant was, in that moment, she thought of me, my tree, and she saw me.

                                                                         

We have one of those bird cams hanging in our yard.  I cannot tell you the endless joy this has brought.  As one does, I post videos from the footage all the time!  I am absolutely enamored by this!   Sometimes, I even get a touch of guilt that I am seeing these beautiful creatures so up close, like I am ruining all their secrets. One day I opened a social media app and found that I was tagged in a video by another friend, who lives away from me.  I checked and it was a bird related video.  She typed under her tag that she never sees a bird video without thinking of me.  I watched the video, with a tear welling up, because in that moment I was seen. Thought of, and appreciated.

                                                                       

There are plenty of times we feel invisible. We feel that we are not being heard. Which leads to a lot of inner dialogue that can be pretty self-defeating. This is definitely a lonely and isolating moment.

One of the things we must understand is that every single one of us is valuable. We are valuable without any outside validation. We are all worthy.  YOU are worthy.

If you do not feel seen or heard or even understood – do all of those things for yourself!  Know who you are, what you feel, and tell yourself how beautiful and wonderful and worthy you are. Every. Single. Day.  All day if you want.

Each day, look in the mirror, and say your name with authority.  Your full name.  Speak into the universe that you are worthy.  There will be people that speak our name.  Whether it is good or bad, you can create the energy that whenever and wherever you name is spoken, that energy comes back to you in power and positive and beautiful – just like you.

I will give you a key as well.  If in a moment you see something that reminds you of someone, TELL THEM.  Two things happen.  They are seen, and you are completely understood and seen in that moment.

Today, may you feel seen, worthy, and valuable. Because all of that is truth.

Peace,

Cathy

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Turning hurt to something Majestic.

Several years ago, I was part of an organization that held a yearly fundraising event that was just spectacular. The community looked forward to it, and when the current year’s event was complete, the planning for the next year’s event immediately began.  This was enormous work.

I was honored to be a part of this. We enjoyed the planning. It was fun, it was community, relationship building, and the good work.

Day of there was so much excitement and half the fun was the set up. The night went wonderfully.  There were speeches of thanks, and glowing complimenting of all involved.

I remember standing in a social circle talking and laughing and enjoying the music as everything began to wind down.  Goodbyes and more hugs and thank yous and see you next weeks.  I turned around to find most of the team was long gone.

The cleanup, at close to midnight, began with me and two others. They took all the accolades, applause, and awards with them. 

I often reflect on that night.  It is much like life.  There will be people who will leave for you a mess to clean up as they walk by smiling.

There will be no accountability either.  All you are left with is the hurt they caused, and only you will know how hard it was to clean that all up. You are tired, they will sleep.

There is a person in my life who recently caused harm to me, and as I dwell on this experience, I recalled the fundraising event and how it felt to be left with all that clean up.

 I watch as others around her, just absolutely love her. The applause and awards are all around her.  I joined in to that too though. I loved this person, but when I turned around, I saw the mess she left for me.  The mess of my crushed spirit.

 I am tired, she sleeps.

I think we learn from these things, and it may even be possible to be stronger after that.

Science tells us that when branches from a tree are cut, there is left a wound on the tree. Sometimes even a whole new branch will grow from the trimmed one, but you will always be able to see where the branch was originally cut.  The tree becomes healthier when it is trimmed. Stronger. Majestic – even while wounded.

We can turn around, and the mess is cleaned. We will rest.

Peace.

Cath

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Walk

Years ago, I fell down my basement steps. I had my phone in my hand, texting, lost my footing, and down she went.  I ended up with my ankle broken in three places, surgery, pins and rods and a spring and summer that year of recovery.

Never a confident person on my feet.  I often fall up steps, never quite judged a door frame correctly, and often fall or trip over nothing.  When I do these things, I am usually quite mad at the door frame for being in the same place all the time and will look back at the nothing I tripped over in disgust.  This has me always walking with my head down, looking at my feet.  Watching where I am going, eyes out for obstacles or that nothing, knowing where I am going, yet not looking ahead. The treadmill is no different.  Head down and find it difficult to follow along on a video workout because – the look down.

Lately I have been looking at this differently.  Why am I doing this?  Watching every single step.  Sure, it MIGHT keep me from falling, I MIGHT avoid that crack or nothing and not trip. The thing is, I am not looking ahead.  I am not seeing where I am going, I just know where I am going. I am not looking around and seeing the things around me very often.

We have all seen and heard these things:

                Head up!  Eyes Forward! Shoulders Back!  Walk with Confidence!

I have begun to consciously walk with all those things above.  I know where I am going.  I know I am on the right path of this life.  There are going to be things that might trip me up or slow me down. There are doorways in life that I might not correctly judge and bump into them on the way out or in.  I might fall on my way up, but guess what?  It is still heading up.  I might be down, but in what way? How long?

We know what we are doing.  YOU know what you are doing.  I believe that every human knows what they are built for. There are things that get in the way.  Life happens and takes us off a path.  Sidelines us.  Might even stop us. We hurt sometimes. Maybe we hurt all the time. Life can cause deep wounds that will always be there. Where bandage can be in the press forward. The falling up. Even in the falling face down.

Remember that the nothings of life are there too, to trip is up.  Look at those with disgust and keep pressing forward. Eyes up, shoulders back, head up, WALK in confidence. 

Bump a few door frames and WALK THOUGH.

Peace to you.