The waning moon appeared in the sky before daybreak this week. It was exquisitely beautiful, a thin crescent hanging low in the eastern sky. There she is, always reflecting back to us the ebb and flow of our bodies and the tides. And as the moon wanes, perhaps our bodies as women are letting go too. Our cycles reflect to us as women, the phases of the moon. And just as the moon waxes and wanes so do we.