Remember . . . even when the moon is waning, it’s never actually changing shape. (Yazawa)
Within each of there is a Child . . . (Jung)
Remember BessieJune, the wise child from The Yella Rose Schoolhouse down Texas way, the narrator of the Yella Rose Schoolhouse stories? (See blog entry, 6-13-19) As I immersed myself in my early-morning reveries this morning, she reminded me in no uncertain terms to get off my butt and go outside, that there was a full Wolf Moon in the sky to be seen. And so I ventured forth into the frosty pre-dawn in my wooly robe and slippers to commune with it for a few minutes in 15 degree temps.
She was right. It was indeed spectacular, and the slightly frozen photograph that I share with you above doesn’t do it justice.
Full moons occur when the moon is on the far side of the sun, 180 degrees opposite Earth, and getting the full reflection of the sun. The Wolf Moon supposedly got its name from the wolves hungrily howling outside of Native American villages in the depths of winter. Myth suggests that it calls us to release those things which no longer serve us well, and to set new intentions.
Never one to let a good myth pass without honor, on this morning I let go of (or at least resolved to make a valiant attempt to do so) all those anxious thoughts that interfere with my seeing life as the astonishing adventure that it is.
BessieJune was pleased.