A few disparate events oddly coincided this past weekend, influencing my mood and ultimately inspiring this particular post.
The first occurred on Friday night, as my husband and I were driving home. It was a beautifully clear, though frigidly cold evening. As we are so rarely out at night these days, this event alone was singular. But then, as I looked off to my right, I gasped. There, in the dark eastern sky, hung what I believe was the biggest, brightest fullest moon I have ever seen. And I couldn’t take my eyes from it. As I stared, and drew my husband’s attention to this spectacular sight, I had the eerie feeling that it was trying to tell me something. “What”, I asked my husband, “was it saying?” Thinking senility was close at hand, he had no answer.
Returning home, I immediately journaled about that magnificent, magical, majestic, mysterious moon vision, still looking for the significance I knew was there. Seeking an answer, I googled that night’s moon and learned it is called a Wolf Moon. It is thought that January’s full Moon is called a Wolf Moon because wolves were more often heard howling more loudly at this time of year due to hunger brought on by the cold January nights. Interesting, I thought, though not relevant to […]