Yearly, I’ve written about the Full Wolf Moon. It struck me that the wolf mates for life. This is a romantic notion and something many of us long for as we howl at the moon. Sometimes in tears and often feeling hollow inside.
This year has started out difficult for many people and countries. We individual and groups who are the same on many fronts. We have the desire for food, shelter, clothing, a clean place to eliminate, a place to feel safe and loved. The divisiveness in our peoples is frightening for those of us who live empathically and compassionately.
Take this time during the bright full Wolf Moon to reflect on your desires during these dark winter nights that are shortening. We are closer to the warm season, yet we are also heading to the deepest of dark nights where our dreams become vivid, life-like, and an extension of our daily waking hours. What is night and what is day? Are they mirrors of each other? Allow them to meld and walk in both worlds.
By reflecting on the wolf moon, we are reminded of the hungry howls of not only the wolves, but the hungry two leggeds, and the infants who cry in the night seemingly inconsolable. We are awakened to the cries and attempt to find solutions and remedies to make right the night.
Meditate under the light of this full moon as to where you might reach and to how deep to reach into the want that you may fulfill. Is it your right to live and give powerful voice to who you are by imitating the howl of the wolf deep into the night. Are you here to give warmth to a tiny being who has thus far known nothing but the plight of the cold barren night? Is your call to feed the hungry man who walks alone in the still of the night under the light of buildings that almost reach the heavens? Or maybe you’re here to listen to the words of those already crossed who can share the secrets of their souls and how their experiences may provide tonics for the souls of others on this side?
Reflect. Meditate. Go deep. It is your right and your privilege to listen for the howls in the night and to go forth in the stillness with your healing heart.
The Full Wolf Moon has ushered in the New Year. It’s also the first Supermoon of the year. The image of wolves howling at the moon is one we’re all familiar with. My favorite howling wolf man was Bela Lugosi in Abbott and Costello’s the Invisible Man. He terrorized me as a child as I sat mesmerized in front of the black and white screen.
As an adult I’ve learned that wolves mate for life, have distinct roles in their packs, and howl to let their packs know exactly where they are, as well as their enemies. The Wolf Moon is also a time to reflect on the homeless and hungry. Of course! Images on television and in my hometown of NYC are chilling indeed. Many of us are well versed in what should be done for the homeless. I work in a mental health shelter and I come in contact each day with the loneliness, fear, hunger, poor health, and dire need.
I’ve been blessed with the basics in life and an abundance of more that I’m grateful for. That doesn’t mean that I stop here. Like many people, I decided to sit down on the old year and reflect on what I’m leaving behind in 2017 and would like to work on for 2018. Instead, I received a call from the assisted living facility that my father has been residing at for the last five months. He was transported by the ambulance to the emergency room. My spouse and I spent the entire day there until he received a bed last night. We’ll be going back today. I hadn’t decided whether I was going to spend the old or new year with him. Now, I’ll do both.
The Wolf Moon reminds me that I’m a member of a clan. I am there to let my Dad know that I’m here when he needs me. That I’ll howl at the moon for him if I need to today. The priority of family supersedes me naval gazing today. There’s a saying that God laughs when you’re making plans. I’ve changed it to the Goddess winces when I’m making plans. She has something better in store for me all the time. Acceptance is something I’m working at every day.
Today, my prayers are for all of us. We’re all in different chapters. Sometimes we meet on the same page and sometimes we don’t. I pray for acceptance, yet, the ability to howl when something needs change.