I trust a pulse
that pulls me onwards,
that lifts me gently
from my sorrow.
What’s been lost
does not demand
fidelity —
I rise to find
the growing light
of what is next!
I follow something mothering,
a moon of swelling hope.
~Susa Silvermarie (excerpt from We’Moon 2025)
Lately, I've been feeling it—this deep, buzzing energy in the air. The ringing in my ears, the 3 AM wake-ups with my heart racing for no reason, the sense that something big is shifting. Can you feel it too? It’s as if the universe is whispering (or maybe shouting?!) that change is happening whether we’re ready or not. And then, as if perfectly placed by the divine, this poem from the We’Moon calendar landed in my hands this week. The moment I read it, my body exhaled. What’s been lost does not demand fidelity. 💫 Oh. Yes. How often do we cling to what was, feeling obligated to stay tethered to the past? But life is always moving us toward what’s next—lifting us from sorrow, guiding us toward light.
So today, I’m choosing to trust the pulse that’s pulling me forward. To let go of what no longer needs my devotion and follow that mothering moon of swelling hope 🌕💛. Maybe this message is for you too? If you’re feeling untethered, anxious, or just off, let’s breathe together and remember: we are not lost. We are being lifted. Something beautiful is waiting on the other side of this shift. Trust the pulse.✨
Trusting the pulse,
Deb