Watching the last full moon of 2025 felt unexpectedly emotional. It was calm, yet it carried the feeling of an ending. Standing beneath it, I became aware of how much the year had held, and knowing it was the final full moon of the year added to its weight.
The year won’t close with certainty or clarity, but that feels honest. Some things remain unsettled, and perhaps they are meant to. Was it a success or a failure? Worth it or not? Happy or sad? Peace or war? Friend or enemy? Continue or leave? Life always carries these questions. But the moon reminds us that there is always a return. A new moon will be born, and the phases will continue, because the moon does not seek resolution.
There was a quiet mix of emotions, gratitude, sadness, relief, they all sharing the same space. I felt small under the sky, but not alone. The moon remained constant shining whether it was seen or not, especially in UK weather and that brought a sense of comfort. Sometimes it is not important to be seen, as long as you carry your own light. Clouds may block it for a while, but they can never take that light away.
Karema 