
Rising in the wee hours of morning, the darkest hours before dawn, a boat-shaped waning crescent moon drifts on the horizon, arriving to carry us to a land of mystery. It is the time when we dream our deepest dreams. Unseen, the moon leads the sun through the day's transit across the heavens-- like mystical Wise Women of enchanted lands led heroes to their destiny across the deep waters of Time. Named for a plant known for its soothing balm, the moon's Balsamic phase is a time for healing wounds. We are reminded that death is merely the doorway into the next life... and we may rejoice in a momentary reprieve grom earthly struggles.
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