Last night, as I prepared two water vessels to charge by her light, I asked myself, “What could I possibly give the moon as an offering in return?”

And as I knelt before her this morning to meditate, it occurred to me:

The sun is the spark which gave us life. He is our light and the warmth by which we all may sprout and grow. He gave us drive, and all of the tools we need to thrive. He is unintrusive constance. The sun is the stable father who ensures our security, from birth to death.

But the moon… she is life’s silent orchestrator. She conducts the flow of energy given to us by the sun. She creates the weather and controls the tides. She is the essence of grace as she waxes and wanes, generating the cyclical nature of Earth. She gently guides our emotions and intuition with her gravity. She is the rock in the background of our world. The moon is the tireless mother who holds us all together, directs us, and keeps us moving as we scramble through our lives.

And what can one possibly give their mother as a gift that is worthy of her?

Then I asked myself, “What does every mother want?”

And so I thanked her. For all that she does for us. I recognized and honored her. I told her how deeply I appreciate her, and how much I love her. I told her that we would all be nothing without her. I expressed my admiration of her; of her power, her beauty, and her grace. And I told her that I aspire to her level of intuition, wisdom, and mastery of the elements.

I gave her my time.

It may have been my imagination, but she seemed to shine just a bit brighter as she slipped confidently beneath the horizon, allowing a glorious sunrise to paint the sky and warm the waking world in her absence.