Libra Rising, Capi Moon

I enjoy gazing at the moon and the stars that accompany it.

I see it every night as my son and I walk the streets and again from my window as it illuminates the sky. Right above my window, the same time every night, like it’s meant for me. It is in these moments that the moon speaks and I listen. It tells me of its travels around earth and what it sees. How lonely it must be to have all these acquaintances nearby but out of reach. To watch from the outside and is rarely pleased by what it sees. I resonate.

Libra rising, Capi moon, meticulously in tune to what the moon sees. I breathe her words and exhale herbs.

This Libra in me needs things to be still, peaceful, just. When my peace is met with chaos, disruption, negativity, I stop being me. I turn into this defensive and sensitive thing that I don’t want to be. I get dark, I hibernate, my attitude is one conversation away from punching you in the face and I don’t like that. I need to be in a positive space a happy place. I understand that things won’t always be smooth but at the end of the day, I control my mood and if something is tampering with it, then I have to remove it/you. I put that on boundaries.