Last night was the full moon – the flower moon.
Bess told me the flower moon would be good for me – it’s especially good for Gemini and Cancer – I don’t know how she knew I was a Cancer, but I’m no longer surprised by her insights.
I went to the river with everyone else in town and I dipped my cup and drank deep. The crowd was the same, the vibe was the same… the ritual has begun to feel like a soothing cool cloth.
The kitten came with me, tucked into the inside pocket of my coat. I let her lick some river water off my fingers.
Her pupils dilated instantly and her purr rumbled out so intensely that I felt it reverberate in my own chest.
For a brief moment I saw her eyes filled with a field of stars.
I looked at my friends and neighbours and their eyes were filled with stars as well.
The flower moon.
I suppose it’s good for me.