The Last of the Moon Girls

by Barbara Davis

Unless you consider having your ashes scattered in a lavender field on the first full moon after your death making a fuss.

Rosemary, for remembrance. Basil, for courage. Thyme, for warding off nightmares.

there are an infinite number of paths in this life. Some are well traveled, others must be forged. But none should be walked with a guilty or bitter heart.

It should have been terrifying, but somehow it wasn’t. It was lovely and magical,

But the truth is incapable of real harm. It is we who do harm, when we refuse to face what is real, because it’s uncomfortable or inconvenient.