Magic circle

Magic circle

In the Ojibway(Anishnabe) calendar February’s full moon gets the title “Sucker Moon”.  Or, more accurately, the Sucker Fish Moon.  I’m not sure why, as it’s not until later in the spring when our fishermen head to the rivers to catch sucker for bait. 

Other ancient native names for this beautiful full moon are the Eagle Moon and When the Bear Cubs are Born Moon.  I think I prefer these descriptions, but that’s probably because I don’t understand the relevance of the sucker at this time of year. Here are a few names which might also fit (completely made up as of five minutes ago) :  First Melt Moon, Ice Forming Moon, Dreaming of Spring Moon. 

I tried to take a picture of the awesome moon outside the bathroom window last night.  Results:  white circle in black sky.  Nothing really stunning.  Perhaps the moon shadows against the snow might have been more riveting.  They’re really magical, the deep shadows highlighted by the moonbeams.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t convince myself to go outside at 9 p.m. for a photo shoot.

Today’s skies lie heavy with gray again.  The melt continues.  40 degrees.  The deck is almost completely back to to wood.  I enjoyed the time outside, walking slowly.  Do not, and I repeat, do not step off the trail without snowshoes any more.  You sink in almost up to your waist in spots.  It’s not pretty attempting to pull yourself back to the beaten path.

Melt, continued

Studies in melting

The deer rarely hike up from the cedar swamp to paw beneath our oak tree for scraps at this time of year.  The snow is just too deep.  There’s rarely a chipmunk, or squirrel or rabbit in sight, although occasional tracks pepper the snow.  But birds!  Colonies, flocks, groupings appear everywhere near the feeder, on the roads, twittering in the tree tops.  Mostly chickadee, junco, nuthatches and finches.

Yesterday, I caught a shadow overhead and my heart soared to see a bald eagle winging by.  No matter how many times you see that majestic white head and black wingspan, it’s special.  In the Anishnabe way, when you see an eagle overhead you say “Megwetch.”  That means thank you.  A thank you of the heart and spirit.

I say Megwetch today to that beautiful February Sucker Moon.  May it continue to illuminate all of us as we take the slow meandering journey towards spring.  (Or as we celebrate the depths of winter!)

Studies in melting, continued

Melting, continued