Universe,
Great Spirit I come before you in this sacred moment beneath the full corn moon.
A moon of harvest,
Of abundance,
Of witnessing what has grown from the seeds I once planted.
Thank you for bringing me in this season.
Thank you for every seed that took root.
Every lesson that became wisdom.
Every challenge that strengthened me.
And every quiet choice that led me here.
Tonight.
Help me see my harvest clearly.
Show me what has grown that I haven't stopped long enough to celebrate.
Show me the prayers that have already been answered.
The intentions that have become reality.
The parts of myself I once hoped to become that I am already living today.
Help me receive it all with gratitude.
Not rushing past it.
Not diminishing it.
Not immediately asking,
What's next?
But allowing myself to stand in this field of my own becoming and say,
Look what I grew.
And universe,
As I gather this harvest,
Show me what I no longer need to carry into the next season.
The old stories,
The outdated identities.
The expectations that were never mine.
The fears that once protected me but now keep me small.
The relationships,
Patterns,
And beliefs whose seasons have come to an end.
Help me release them without anger.
Without shame.
Without needing to make the past wrong in order to choose something new.
Let me simply say.
Thank you for what you taught me.
I no longer need you where I'm going.
And when I'm tempted to hold on,
Remind me of the wisdom of the earth.
The field does not mourn the harvest.
The tree does not apologize for releasing its leaves.
The moon does not become fearful when it becomes dark again.
Everything has its season.
Give me the courage to honor mine.
If something is ready to be harvested,
Help me receive it.
If something is ready to be released.
Help me surrender it.
If something needs time to grow.
Give me patience.
And if a new seed is asking to be planted.
Give me the courage to begin again.
Send me a sign within this moon cycle.
A clear confirmation of what I am being called to nurture next.
Help me recognize it.
Help me trust it.
Help me follow it.
By your grace.
I honor what has grown.
I gather the wisdom.
I release what is complete.
And I make sacred space for whatever is ready to grow next.
Thank you,
Universe.
Thank you,
Mother Earth.
Thank you,
Moon.
And so it is.