The April Pink Supermoon
Sacred Light, Sacred Season
The past weekend, the moon rose in full splendor—closer, brighter, and more luminous than usual. The April Pink Supermoon.
Despite its name, the moon itself doesn’t shine pink. The title comes from phlox, a wildflower that blooms this time of year, its soft pink petals carpeting fields and forest edges across North America. A quiet reminder that spring is stirring in every corner of the earth… and within us, too.
The moon pulls on the tides. On seeds. On our bodies. And yet, how often do we rush past her phases, living as though we are not also made of rhythms?
I believe God speaks through this rhythm—the waxing and waning, the fullness and the rest. We weren’t meant to always shine. We were meant to become. To bloom, to break, to be renewed again.
In every phase, there is something holy. And in this season of soft beginnings and reawakening light, the full moon reminds us: That we are a part of a greater pattern. We don’t need to rush. We only need to rise when it’s time.