A Story of the Wolf Moon

It has been told that on the night of Winter Solstice, which was the night that Love was born, the animals spoke in human tongue and gave Love gifts that were theirs alone to give. The wolf, wild and free, bid hello to his fellow creatures and bore them no fear on that sacred night. And it was he who vowed to carry Love’s song into the world. This was a bold vow that the wolf took on, and many wondered how he could accomplish such a task. But the wolf knew. That wolf knew as he loped into the forest with Love’s song in his heart that wolves had allies everywhere. The trees that kept them hidden from danger. The moon that watched over them and guided their travels. The other creatures that also spoke in hidden and haunted ways. So, when the wolf said that he could and would complete this task, the trees knew it to be true, for wolves do not lie. And so, they offered their barren branches to the cold winds of winter so that the wolf could carry Love’s song near and far. And the moon, who loved the wolf for her own reasons, deemed it essential that the light of her at her fullest would illuminate the way of the song of Love. She called to the wolf and invited him to share Love’s song within her gracious light. And so, it was that under the full moon in the month post Solstice, the wolf tilted his head to the sky and sang the song called Love. And as promised, the trees carried the song forward throughout the land. And when the song reached the sea, the creatures there carried it through the oceans deep and to other lands as well. They carried it in their own lonesome and melodic voices and passed it on to the voices of the next land, and the next, and the next. And the moon smiled upon the wolf with her light growing brighter as he sang and sang. And this is why the fullest moon of January is known as the Wolf Moon.