My father left us during a full moon – the Sturgeon Moon – and as a full moon appears now, Mom says she feels Dad’s presence then. There is comfort in that, and when our last full moon – a Beaver Moon – ascended, I stepped outside to see what I could feel.
It was cold out, and a threat of snow was only a couple of hours away. There were stars out too, and the sky was lit a gorgeous shade of blue – the kind of blue you don’t often see at such a gray time of the year. It felt like a glimpse into the winter ahead of us.
I hope it will be a healing winter.
