The Badass Moon Horse

Once upon a Tuesday (because the best stories don’t wait for weekends), I met Her. A wild, black horse with a crescent moon stamped right between her eyes.

She wasn’t just a Beauty—she was a full-blown oracle of badassery.

Now, before you imagine me riding off into the sunset like some Cowgirl-Godiva, let me confess: this horse had zero interest in being tamed. When I reached out, she tossed her mane like she was laughing at me. You know the laugh—the one your inner wild self gives when anyone tries to squish her into a schedule, a diet, or a “sensible” pair of shoes.

She was wild-chaos. She was power-goddess on hooves.

She embodied ancestral winds and glistened with spiritual strength.

The crescent moon on her forehead shimmered and I heard her silent messages:

🌙 We are not here to be tamed.

🌙 We are not here to cage our desires.

🌙 We are here to be wildly romantic!

So, instead of capturing her with ropes or reins, I bowed. I flirted with Horse like I love to flirt with the world when I’m really living in my body. I offered her a soft hand, a dance of joy, a flutter of lips and a whiny to the sky.

And wouldn’t you know? She leaned in. Just enough to say:“I’ll walk with you—but only if you remember who you are.” And home we both went. Joined as if we'd known eachother forever - both speaking that wild-song melody of nature.

That’s the thing about desire—it doesn’t come when you command it. It comes when you play, when you soften, when you trust your own pulse.

So this week’s invitation, my loves, is simple: Don’t grab the reins and try to control life. Flirt with joy instead. Because your crescent-moon horse is watching in the shadows —and she only runs with the ones who remember how to dance with desire.