Waning into the dark moon

May, and the puffins are back.  To land,  the furious beating of their wings stops  and they drop,  plop  sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat.  I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]