Asleep tonight in a bed of desert rain, crystals, and candle wax, I pray for the blessing of the Dark Moon. I pray that all the eyes I have looked into with sincerity, all of the hands I have brushed with hope in my fingertips, all of the words I have spoken with healing intention, be multiplied and magnified as Mamma Moon grows fat and full once more. May this exquisite rain which my Home has been so thirsty for sustain the Spirits, the Land, and all the Creatures. And may we who have looked at one another with Pain in our Hearts walk in Beauty, hand in hand.