Late nights under the moonlight are nights to be embraced.
They’re the kind of nights where you inhale possibility—
The kind of nights where you take in all that surrounds you,
Realizing that the same creative hands
That perfectly designed the moon, the stars, and all we gravitate toward
Are the same hands that breathed life and original seeds within us.
The moon is said to create moisture in the soil,
Causing seeds to sprout and grow.
How fitting—
To be formed from the earth,
With seeds of greatness planted inside,
As I stand rooted in moving water.
Tonight, everything in me is destined to sprout and flourish.
Everything is connected.
It’s spiritual.
It’s energy.
It’s not visual; it’s received and imparted.
What is giving you life?
What’s in you that is ready to bud?
What do you do with moments sent to recharge you?
Take advantage of the quiet moments—
The lonely moments.
Unplug from temporary energy
And plug into the ever-flowing spirit from the Divine.
Selah.
-Velma