I’ve been watching the moon for the past two days. At 5 pm it’s been high in sky.
No matter how I try to follow it, the moon’s path in the sky continues to be a mystery to me. So tonight, I expected it to be visible soon after I started the Bonfire at 4:30 in the barnyard.
Clouds covered the sky for most of the day, there was even some snowfall. But by this evening, as the sun was setting, Vermont’s Green Mountains were shaded in pink and the sky was clear.
Jon and I warmed by the fire, waited for the moon to appear. At 5:21 Suzy sent me her monthly photo of the full moon as it crested the treetops behind a cemetery near her home in Pennsylvania.
I looked to the sky jealously.
By now the fire was dying down and Jon was getting cold. He went back to the house and about 20 minutes later the tips of the treeline in front up me lit up.
Rising right over the apple tree whose branches I was burning in the bonfire, was the Full Wolf Moon. I watched as she inched her way out of the treetop into a bright circle the same color as the snow beneath my boots.
I sat till the fire turned to embers, watching the moon throw shadows on the snow as it got higher and smaller in the sky.
I first felt a pull to the moon years ago when I took a walk at night with my dog Lestat. On the way home, I felt the moon burning warm on my cheek. I heard the words, The moon is my mother and never forgot.
When I found out there would be a full moon on my birthday and it was a Wolf Moon, I knew I needed to do something to celebrate it. (I legally change my name to my maternal grandmother’s maiden name, Wulf, when I got divorced. After having two last names I didn’t choose I thought it time to pick one that I wanted)
What better way to celebrate the Full Wolf Moon coinciding with my birthday than with a bonfire.