Before we are born again, we must die. The old must fall away. In this silence of decay and restructuring, we are often outwardly still. Yet, there is much consciousness and life within and this inner alchemy is often unseen by our common senses. The Moon oversees this "winter of the soul" like a great Mother in the Sky; She rules the waves of the ocean, the cycles of plants, and the phases of rebirth.
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