In the ancient ways of our Mesoamerican ancestors, the moon was not simply a light in the night sky. No, it was la Abuela, the wise grandmother, watching over us, guiding us through the shadows and mysteries of life. Her cycles were a map, a rhythm to follow, a sacred pulse that moved through our hearts, our dreams, our deepest emotions. By aligning ourselves with the moon, by honoring her cycles and listening to her whispers, we find a path back to ourselves, to our truest nature. This is why, even now, the power of lunar rituals calls to us, urging us to step into harmony with the celestial rhythm.

The sky is not just sky. It is memory. It is language. It is the breath of our ancestors moving through time.

Before we had clocks or calendars, we had the stars. We watched them rise, shift, return. The elders did not need paper to understand what time it was. They looked up, and they listened. The stars told them when to plant, when to harvest, when to rest, when to pray.