One day I was a girl,
I played without thinking of time, cycles, and moons.
My life was the sun, its light, its heat. Its rhythm was exact, the ticking of the clock.
My life was the seasons from spring to winter and the cycle of day and night.
But one night I received a gift. I went to bed as a girl and woke up a woman.
It was then that Grandma Moon began to be my guide.
My rhythm changed.
Suddenly I started cycling in an eternal spiral. I did not stop repeating this ritual.
On a crescent moon, I wanted to run with butterflies. I wanted to fly like a dove. I want to make up stories while looking at stars and be an eternal girl.
With the full moon, there was a tingling in my belly. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I fantasized about feeling cared for and loved.
Any touch made me crazy. My emotions were so great that I could not control them.
Then came the waning moon, many things started to irritate me. Sometimes I felt sad. Sometimes I was angry. I didn't know who to blame. I felt like withdrawing inward like in autumn. I could not understand why I was suffering.
Finally, the new moon arrived, a deep feeling of resting invited me to be away for a few days. It was an invitation to disappear and be with my shadows.
These were days of a death, facing the shadows and sometimes depression. After four days, I came back and resurrected.
Suddenly all disappeared.
It was just a matter of respect and knowing how to wait because when the moon returns in her infinite dance, it will all start again.
~Spanish poem translated to english by unknown author.
~Artwork unknown artist