What storm is brewing? Hold onto the moon.
Have you seen the moon the past couple nights, here over our portion of northern California. It’s the “wolf moon” I’m told, the January full moon, so named by Native Americans because of the hungry wolf packs that howled outside the villages.
It does seem that there are an awful lot of hungry wild critters showing up around here lately. The bobcat has been back, checking to see if there are any more juicy sweet roosters running around our front yard. A rather large raccoon sat outside our front door yesterday evening gobbling down Phil the cat’s dinner and he’s been making big muddy dents in the roof of my chicken’s pen lately, hoping to find a new way in. And then there are tiny chickadees and finches peppering the branches of trees outside my studio, releasing showers of tiny seeds on my head as I walk back and forth. And the family of deer grazing the back yard all afternoon.
There must be a kind of creative storm brewing and it popped out last night as I was playing. This piece actually made me feel a bit nauseous for a while! I mean I’m a very poor mariner and not likely to sign up for a cruise anytime soon. But I guess I’m longing for a bit of excitement. . .for a bit of wolf moon too, a bit of howling and running with the pack. So if you hear a howl cutting through the cool night air, think of me or your very own wild nature, pleading to be let out.