Full Moon Energy Tonight 🌙 And it's the Hunter's Moon. 🏹
I am feeling all sorts of weird this cycle and am hoping it's going to close a lot of doors that need shut weeding out the last of the bad vibes that poured over these past couple if weeks.
The Moon’s name comes from Anglo-Saxon times but is also attributed to Native American tribes.
These tribes would monitor time by observing the moon patterns and four seasons of the year, a process later adopted by colonial Americans.
The Hunter’s Moon marks the start of the hunting season in which meats are preserved for the winter months, presenting a time of reflection.
The name is also said to come from the light of the moon enabling hunters to find hiding nocturnal animals.
Art by: Marina Molares 💕
Moon info via express.uk 📖
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )