Every month, a woman’s body remembers the Skeleton Woman. Through our moon time, we live the Life/Death/Life cycle in our own flesh. We shed what could have been. We bleed. We rest. And then… we begin again. The moon pulls the tides in our bodies just as she pulls the dark waters where Skeleton Woman waits. She knows that death is not the opposite of life — it’s part of life. When something ends — a love, a dream, a version of you — don’t rush past it. Sit with the bones. Tend to what remains. A