There is a raw beauty in the deepest part of winter – when full moon connects with bare branches blowing sideways in the wind. We see a spiritual dance, a free spirit, a divine presence.
Known as the snow moon, according to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, this celestial orb has other wonderful names from various traditions. The Arapaho tribe calls it “frost sparkling in the sun.” The Comanche moniker is sleet moon; the Lakota name means “when trees crack because of cold.”
It is dream. It is magic. It is wonder. And it is terribly cold.