Lunar Love <3

The Moon is mine. I certainly know how to share, but she is mine. I dance for her when she is full, ripe, and juicy. Last night, I tasted the Freedom she brings with senses heightened. I have danced the shore under her pale, lunar love many times. Last night was different. Here, on the island of Edisto, something shifts inside of me. I morph into a woman who understands that there is no time, only this one moment. I feel as though the island understands my needs right now, and is aiding me in every way possible to grow, blossom, and be while I am in her arms. She gifted me the most perfect spot on the island to have a midnight moon dance, followed by a seriously liberating skinny dip with the sea. I had to deliberate for a while before I actually allowed myself to be naked, in the ocean, at 12:15am. I finally just threw off my clothes and ran laughing, heart racing, soul exhilarated, splashing my way into the salty saving grace. It was an amazing experience to be naked in the most natural saline solution Mother Nature offers. I floated and dove and waded around. I cried a little, only out of pure awe and respect for the amount of beauty that was around and within me. There was no one else. Just me, my ocean, and my moon. Anyone could have chosen this exact experience, but no one else did in that moment. That moment, with that moon, in that part of the Atlantic, in front of those particular sand dunes, with no else around I chose that moment. My moon, my moment. It is beautiful the way it was orchestrated so that everyone else in the world was doing whatever it is that serves them I and was able to have this experience. I am so grateful for my life. It really is limitless. I am glad that I am capable of creating a life that is so full of one liberating experience after another. It’s ok if no one else is beside me, for I am aware of what is above me, below me, and within me. No one else really even needs to know about it but me. But, like I said before, I want to share. What self-realized person doesn’t want to read a story about a girl who is finding her womanhood one moonlit-midnight-skinny dip at a time? Here’s to you, and all of the times you have been, and will be, bare skinned with your sun-starved-butt gleaming in the basking radiance of Lunar Love.