Dear fellow traveler,

Whispers to the Moon is the most personal path within this world.
These entries are rooted in lived experience, in seasons of longing, heartbreak, faith, discernment, healing, and the slow work of learning to trust what is true.

Some were written in the middle of the storm.
Others were written only after the lesson had

finally settled into my bones.

If you’ve ever tried to make sense of your own heart while becoming someone new, you may find pieces of yourself here.

Chapter 3 | Entry Thirty-Seven

And in front of me, rising over the horizon, full and luminous and impossibly bright, the moon. I've been whispering to the moon for months now. Pouring out my grief, my longing, my confusion. Asking it to hold what I couldn't hold myself. But tonight, I'm not whispering.

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