Dear Curiosity Journal,

Last night I drew back the curtains to let the moonlight shine on my face. That long cast reflection landing upon my resting eyelids radiated peace into my liminal space. When I lay eyes on that lofty orb, I think about my ancestors, wildflower women who slept under the stars, and studied the ways of this waxing gibbous one hot summer night. I think of a time when profound connection to the cosmos, land, and beings was our everything, not a connection we needed to kindle, but something as common as kinship. I believe that relation resides in our inner landscape, beckoning us to look up.


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