
There are stories that begin with a whisper
âmine begins with a moonbeam.
In the stillness of one Caribbean night,
the moon spoke.
Not in language of words, but of presenceâ
pulling me gently back to myself.
I remembered my voice.
I remembered the prayers I had long buried.
And I remembered my mission.
I am not simply a teacher.
I am a healer of time and a stirrer of sacred rhythm.
I have come for the women,
for the wombs,
for the weary ones
who have forgotten how to listen.
In my silence, I was still blessing nations.
In my dreaming, I was still working.
This is moon medicine.
This is what it means to remember who you are.
So if you are watching this,
Know this too:
You are not too late.
You are not too much.
You are not alone.
Let the moon remind you.
You have always been divine. â
đď¸ With Peace and Moon Wisdom,
Rev. Joslyn | Intuitive Wellbeing Educator






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