Moon Phase: 🌖 Disseminating Moon
Moon in: Pisces ♓︎ – swimming through stories, surrender, and spirit

I began the day with a smudge and a prayer, then served breakfast and a clean throne for His Highness Theo. (The royal litter duties are never done.) Afterward, I left the house—left the house!—for my morning swim. It was a good one. I hit that elusive flow state where thoughts stop chasing their tails and the water becomes both silence and song.

Post-swim, I took a breath, gathered myself, and headed out to spend time with one of my dearest friends. She and her partner just bought a new-old-old house—so old it has drawers by the front door for your pistols, maids’ quarters, and a staircase clearly meant for dramatic descents in silk robes. The air conditioning was out, so the tour became a surprise sauna session. (I didn’t ask for a sweat lodge, but the ancestors provided.)

Still, no antique doorknob or grand staircase holds a candle to the joy of catching up with a friend whose life story is better than any fiction I could scroll through. I have a few of these friends. People whose lives feel like books I don’t want to put down. And I want to keep showing up for every chapter.

After the visit, I melted into bed. The swim, the heat, and the fasting had wrung me out. And that nap? Divine. Necessary.

When I woke up, stomach rumbling, I picked up my PS5 controller to distract myself. Before I could dive into my game, I got a party invite from another good friend—this one a newer connection, still unfolding, currently in its treacherous chapters. And still… they invited me in. That vulnerability is no small thing.

So I showed up. I listened. I offered what I could from my hollow-bone heart.
We talked late into the night. I blinked and suddenly I was propping my eyes open. I missed my blog check-in. I missed the backend of my rhythm.

But I’m not dragging myself about it.

This isn’t some diet-y self-shaming spiral.
This is grace.
Real grace—with intentions rooted in health, not permission for collapse.

The Disseminating Moon is the phase right after full—still bright, but dimming. It’s about sharing what you’ve learned, offering insights, storytelling. Pisces rules dreams, emotions, compassion, and intuition. This isn’t a time to push—it’s a time to float. To listen. To hold space.

Seems like the moon knew what kind of day I needed better than I did.

Goodni…Zzz… Moo…ZZzzzZZ