I sat in awe of the moon on the earth of the Portuguese hills, I found myself surrounded by a web of young girls beckoning me to lie down and make angel shapes in the dust, as we looked up at a sky full of stars and the most spectacular red moon. Δ This young girls, took me back to the joy and simple pleasure of childhood. Δ They were funny and kind and sweet and strong, and caring and boisterous, and wild and untamed. Δ We had dusty feet and hair full of twigs, our nails were full of dirt and adventure, we could see the sun setting and moon rising. Δ Our souls danced and played and knew nothing of age or colour or likeness or competition, only the moment we were sharing under a sea of stars and rare the moment in our lifetime where the “the Universe painted the moon red for us”. Δ May they always keep their childish innocence, may their language be that of love, and may they be fierce and bold and soft and delicate and their curiosity and wildness never tamed as they grow in to women of our future. 🌝











