Water on the Grass

A New Moon morning

 ~ April 17, 2026

Last night it rained just enough to leave everything fresh this morning.

Water still on the grass.

Air felt clean.

I sat on the porch with my coffee and just listened.

Birds everywhere.

Dogs going back and forth like they were having a conversation.

The rooster was off in the distance. Not constant. Just here and there.

Clouds sitting on top of the mountains.

One squirrel high up in a tree.

One crow took off from a treetop and disappeared.

That’s what this New Moon in Aries felt like to me.

Not some huge loud moment.

Not a rom com movie.

Not one of those cute little moon quotes telling you exactly what to do next

and what part of your chart means this or that.

It felt real.

I had a weird dream right before waking up.

Tension headache too.

Bad enough I had to just lay there for a bit and let it pass.

Even that felt like part of it.

More because sometimes your body knows before your mind catches up.

And then real life showed up first thing this morning too.

The kind that reminds you a New Moon does not make life neat and easy.

Somewhere in the middle of all that,

Pictures of You by The Cure started playing.

And honestly, that fit too.

Because some mornings are not just about what is beginning.

They are also about what is still sitting there in the background,

asking to be felt before whatever comes next shows itself.

That does not mean nothing is changing.

It means the change is happening in the middle of real life.

That matters.

Because no, we cannot control everything.

We cannot control what other people do,

what they say, what they don’t say,

how they carry themselves, or how they choose to show up.

What we can control is what we do after.

How we respond.

How we carry it.

Whether we stay who we are through it.

Whether we become more of ourselves or less.

That’s the part I keep coming back to.

I do believe things happen for reasons.

I also believe we do not always get the reason right away.

Sometimes you are still standing in the middle of it

trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Sometimes the understanding comes later.

So, this morning did not feel like instant clarity to me.

It felt like a beginning.

A real one.

Messy, human, honest, and not finished yet.

And honestly, that’s enough.

~Kristi