She loves the moon. She loves to be outdoors. She loves to dance barefoot in the grass and play with sticks and dig in the dirt bare handed.
She is, for now, making it a bit easier to introduce her to the life of loving at least the dirt worshiping part.
Putting her to bed tonight this was the refrain in my head:
Good night, Moon.
Good night, Stars.
Good night, Ancestors, near and far.
Watch over me tonight and let me rest,
So I can try again tomorrow, to be and do my very best.