Full Moon Movement

The moon's pull, strong and guiding, created the ebb and flow of the waves that pummeled our bodies again and again as we giggled and rolled. Brown water, fear of sharks, trash galore... nothing could lessen the lust those waves fostered.

And so we splashed and swam and flew atop the water of the Gulf-warm warm waters.

Houston provided friendship, an ability to touch and love one you have missed so much for too long. Yet still the moon pulls and guides. 

Nineteen hours of constant forward motion without much movement (poor body!) through Texas and New Mexico and Colorado. Flat, hot, hilly, cold, the moon helped us through it all and lit the curves of these beautiful winding mountain passes. 

We're here now, Caiti and I, forging onwards into past lives reborn... regrown... refound. She is a woman of immense strength and power, my travel companion; I feel now from where that was borne.

Tonight, we can gaze at the full moon here with our mothers-one in the same now. Colorado is the place of our mothers, and the moon shines bright over her.