Tonight is the Wolf-Moon, so called by the native American peoples as they heard packs sing in the snow-bound January landscape. Tonight, in our forest home, we watched the moon as it rose above the forest, huge and glowing in the darkening sky...
|"The gaze of the wolf reaches into our soul." ~Barry Lopez|
Fat gilded coin, pirate's dubloon
Howl with the wild at this midnight Wolf-Moon.
Watch her rise fair, atop trees dim with night
Dance and rejoice in her pure, cleansing light
According to those same North American traditions, I am born with the wolf as my totem, Pathfinder, wanderer, parent, lone wolf, packmate, warrior, coward, noble, shy, loyal...
I have long been fascinated by wolves, as many are, so tonight I shall howl with my domestic wolves, sounding our call of the wild, Please join in, Howling for Justice as the world's pack lift their voices against the slaughter of wolves in the Montana and Idaho hunts. Please read more about the vigil here.