CONFESSIONS OF A WITCH GIRL: HOWLING AT THE MOON

When the moon appears in the night, do you hear her calling your name? Can you feel her pull, soft yet insistent, like the whisper of a forgotten dream? The moon, with her silver light, beckons the wildness in you, the part of you that has been asleep beneath layers of fear, doubt, and silence.

Oh, how the world needs your howl, that cry that rises from the depths of you. The hidden layers of you, that rest beneath your surface. This cry is not one of despair, but a call to the heavens, to your maker—raw, unfiltered, alive. The moon waits for your voice to join her symphony of the night, to break the silence that has held you for so long.

Do you see? The moon does not fear the dark, she is of the dark, as are you. She is born from it, as are you. She desires it, as do you. You desired to come in to the darkness, so you could truly see how brightly you shine. It is your birthright to be wild, to be untamed, to release your light against the black backdrop of this world. What have you carried that no longer serves you? What sorrow, what unspoken truth, what unacknowledged grief? What unrequited love, or unfulfilled dream?

Let it go.

Let it rise like a howl, disrupting the night.

Let your voice ring its echo through the universe, knowing the moon will catch it and transform it from its raw form in to a light that will shake this Earth, transforming you as she transforms the sands of the world with her ever changing tides.

Your howls are part of a great song—a song of the stars, the wind, the ocean, the earth. It is a call to the divine, a wordless, guttural prayer. In its release, there is freedom. In its release, there is love.

Don’t be afraid of your own power. Don’t shrink away from the wildness within you. The moon will hold you, just as the earth holds the trees, the rivers, the sky. Step into the light of the moon and let your soul speak. Let your cry be a song of liberation, a prayer that the universe answers.

Howling at the moon is not an act of despair—but of celebration. It is the soul’s triumph over fear, the body’s surrender to its ancient and sacred rhythm.

So go, beloved, and howl. Not because you need to, but because you are meant to. The moon will hear you. And in her silent wisdom, she will return you to yourself.