The last Super Full Moon of the year rises in Gemini—bright, full of beauty and hauntingly tender.
Gemini is the sign of the Twins: one rooted in the mortal body, the other in the immortal soul.
Under this moon, I feel both alive in me.
Earlier in the day, I was babysitting for my granddaughter, Gretchen.
She has made the transition from newborn to infant. Her personality is slowly revealing itself as she enters this new phase—serious, observant, studying the world with the quiet concentration of a young scholar. And today she gifted me with my first giggle, the sweetest sound that rippled across generations.
My daughter, Chelsea, has returned to work now, navigating the tender terrain that all new mothers walk: holding her child, her purpose, and her beloveds with devotion while carrying the weight of it all. I feel my own devotion to them both deepen, steady and instinctive, with something older than memory.
And as the Gemini moon rose today, another truth surfaced.
A truth about endings, beginnings, and what it means to age into the role of grandmother.
This moon—being the final full moon of the year—carries themes of completion, acknowledgment, and the quiet settling of what I’ve lived through.
And I found myself wrestling with the very human questions that aging and devotion bring:
How do I soften the old patterns that pull my well-being down?
How do I stay vibrant and agile as my body stiffens with time?
How do I remain present in Gretchen’s unfolding life, even as I inevitably move from the center toward the periphery of her world?
And what becomes of these early days of devotion—these hours of holding, witnessing, soothing—inside the heart of a child?
When Gretchen turns twenty, I’ll be ninety.
And I think of my own grandmothers, women I barely knew yet still carry like a distant candle flickering inside my chest.
Does our love become part of the architecture of the generations?
Does it remain even when our names and faces fade?
The Gemini Twins offer a teaching here:
The mortal twin walks the fragile path of aging.
The soul twin holds the wider truth— that our devotion, our healing work, our intentional tending of lineage becomes part of the invisible scaffolding our descendants will one day lean on.
Does the love we offer now, in these early days of their becoming, become part of the deep memory beyond memory—the place where soul recognizes soul.
This Gemini Supermoon asks us to honor all of this:
our aging bodies, our vibrant devotion, our soul-work, our lineage,
and our place on the edge of the circle—
not as fading shadows, but as the steady lights grandmothers have always been.
I am learning to hold both: the letting go and the staying. The descent and the blessing. The mortal and the immortal.
And under this final moon of the year, I am loved. And I am grateful for this moon’s beauty and gentle caress.
May I learn to walk this tender path with grace.
December’s Full Moon Blessing
May all grandmothers walking the path of soul and devotion be blessed.
May your aging body be met with kindness,
your lineage work be met with guidance,
and your love—soft, steady, and real—
find its way into the hearts of those who come after you.
May you trust that nothing tender is ever lost.
May you know that even as you move to the quieter edges of the circle,
your light does not dim—
it becomes the glow that guides others home.
May this Gemini moon remind you:
you are both mortal and eternal,
both memory-keeper and memory-maker,
both the one who blesses and the one who becomes a blessing.