Welcome from Debi, Caity and Cassandra to the Full Moon on January 28 at 19.16 UTC, called the Wolf Moon. The Seneca nation believed a wolf gave birth to the moon by singing her into the sky; in the northern hemisphere at the darkest coldest time (for the time of the full moon-rise in your own location see timeanddate.com) we seek her light now more eagerly than ever.
She is a reminder that each month that passes we move step by step closer to a world very changed, for many filled with loss, yet a wiser, better world when we will be more willing to listen than talk, to extend the hand of friendship than to push away others not our kin, in the dash for what really it’s hard to remember was so very important to attain.
Each full moon that passes in these sad times, the cosmos seems to offer a special extra treasure as consolation; for as the full moon rises in Leo we have the fusion of moon and sun, inner and outer, silver and gold, the ultimate alchemical mix of Queen Luna and King Sol to create the elusive Philosopher’s stone, elixir of life, the way out, through science, caution and more than a hint of faith, even for those of us who once thought we knew all the answers,; this solar moon fuses glorious as the unquenchable spirit of humanity,
At the same time is stirring in the northern hemisphere the tentative promise of the early Celtic Spring festival of Imbolc on January 31 to February 2 when the Maiden Goddess Brighid, it is told, melted the winter snows with her willow wand. She promised life would grow again from the frozen land and hearts. In the southern hemisphere it is Lughnassadh, the first harvest, the willing sacrifice of the Grain king that the people might be fed. And the pandemic has revealed many willing sacrifices among health and key workers who have taken huge risks on behalf of others, worked punishing hours, to mitigate these harsh times and save lives.
The flaming torches of Imbolc carried around the fields were reminder light was oh so slowly returning. Today at this time we can recall the old festival that became Candlemas, the festival of candles, to send light wherever we live in the world, as one with our ancestors spiritual and actual, by lighting our Brigid circle of eight white candles, with white or yellow flowers floating in a bowl of water in the centre
For each candle we can make a blessing, for ourselves certainly, for those we love that they may survive healthy until these times are past and those living without proper health care in parts of the world still gripped by the virus.
Of course, even in lockdown there is much we all can and should do to help those less fortunate, but we should not dismiss the collective power of sending energies through our candle lighting. For in the words often attributed to St Francis of Assisi among other sources, There is not enough darkness in the world that can put out the light of single candle.
The moon of light then shines in the nights around this full moon, Leo the sun welcoming Mother Moon. Sun and Moon powers combining to link us all around the world in the shared human bond that can persist in days of joy as well as sorrow. For those of us who are allowed to walk free won’t forget the bad, but hopefully will recall the good lessons and continue to extend that hand of friendship, to all, realising that those vain strivings really didn’t matter after all.