#captureyourgrief Moon Retreat

Peaceful moment, to take in the world. The quiet in the evening air, the smell of chimneys breathing out their smoke. As our moon awakens, the Sun swaps shifts, gives someone a new day, maybe hope.
As our Moon brightens the night sky, it’s not alone, it doesn’t just watch over us in silence; it listens to the cries of families who’ve had to say goodbye to their child, to hear the fears and calls in to the night sky of help, pleas of “Why Me?” “Why her?” “Please, don’t let my baby die.”

The Moon doesn’t doesn’t have a voice, never fails to listen.
The one thing that never lets us down, never judges us.

Most importantly comfort when my children needed gentle answers.
Who Cleans the Moon, Polishes the Stars and paints the Rainbows?
Their Cloud Baby Melody.

Always Missed.

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