A few years ago, I watched a full moon rise and turn orange in the month of October. I won't even attempt to try and explain why, but I felt the need to howl. So I did. Right there in the 7-eleven parking lot. And it was so liberating that whenever I see a full moon and feel so inspired I go outside and howl. I can ignore the sound of my phone, the doorbell, and people, but not the call of the moon.
Two friends emailed me today as a reminder that Friday the thirteenth, the moon would be glorious. So tonight, I went out when the moon was high around 10 p.m., threw back my head and howled like there was no tomorrow . . . and the strangest thing happened. One of my neighbors joined in, then another, then another. And no I don't know which neighbors were howling but I'm pretty sure I have a pack!
So the next time the moon calls to you, don't question it, just answer. You might be surprised to know you're not the only wolf in the 'hood.