On the night of January 20, the anniversary of two of my major life events, many of us witnessed a super blood wolf moon. The timing was wild. Intriguing term and words. I found “wolf” the most interesting. I went down one of my favorite black holes I term “research mode.” And I learned Native Americans and medieval Europeans named the January moon the wolf moon, after the howling of hungry wolves lamenting the midwinter scarcity of food. My curiosity in the broad topic of Native American history had been recently piqued after having just read extraordinary Native American authors Terese Marie Mailhot and Tommy Orange, so the idea of the wolf moon stitched my interest even tighter. Native American history books and writers are now on my list to study in 2019.
I’d felt a kind of scarcity in my life with the tumble taken in 2016. My journey to abundance can be likened to a long road trip where I found myself clenching the steering wheel, white-knuckled, to navigate sharp turns, dead ends and those long lonely stretches of desert road. It took some time. It’s been worth every flat tire, dead battery and oh-so-expensive fuel. I now see and hear and touch more deeply. And within that vein, I’ve gotten to know myself and my body and I love the connection between moon and cycle and women and blood-but I don’t want to write about that right now. Forever a lover of nature, I’ve begun to incorporate it in its various forms, into my life in a deeper way. It is with the rise of this current super blood wolf moon that I see even more synchronicity in my life. If it weren’t so wonderful, I’d find it alarming.
The blood moon stirs up the memory of the 2018 December moon, which happened on the same day as the Winter Solstice. My personal Arboretum ritual of fire, burning the past and from the ashes a lifting of weight and hope for the future, now has more meaning than thirty days ago. Each day since then I’ve looked with awe and delight at all the possibility in my future. The change, the contentment and pure joy I continue to find are indeed an incredible blessing.
I found this article from Romper interesting-