Sistermoonw Wellness

2015: Early evening. I had just begun to walk home from downtown Missoula. The air was fresh after an early spring rainstorm, and the sky was brilliantly clear in its pre-dusk light. My not yet 2 year old daughter Sukha Belle was snuggled up in my arms. She reached her hand up in wonder and and said, “Look, Mama, the Sister Moon!” It was her first sentence, and it was an exclamation. I was awestruck. By Sukha, by the fullness of the moon, by this shared moment. I had never referred to the moon in this way, as a sister, but it felt so right. From that day on, she has always been our Sister Moon.