I recently learned how to take a picture of the moon with my phone. It’s a small thing, a small ritual. A moment of focus on the shape of waning and waxing, and the brief stops in arrival and loss. I follow them all. I honor the cycles and shifts, the early morning, late night, midday movement that happens no matter what we do. No matter how much we notice. Or not. No matter how much we celebrate or grieve.... Read more