This is the month my boy came to me in this world. He made his arrival on the 3rd day with a howl and a head full of obsidian hair that stood straight up reminding us of that tiny bit of blood. On his first day, he broke away, tore off his blankets to expose himself to the world. He wasn’t going to be like other babies and that is as it should be. It’s a good month!
The March full moon is also known as the crow moon. The crow caws it’s goodbye to the cold and welcomes the spring. Some will call it the worm moon because worm starts to come out for a look about now to let us know winter is ending and spring is nearby. It’s a good month!
The Roman calendar showed march as the first month of the year. Symbolically, this makes some sense in that march heralds in the spring time and the time to grow and produce, create and expand. I find all of those words appealing and I also find the lengthening of the day appealing though it is still much colder than my bones like. It’s a good month!
Boy will be thirteen this month, almost a man and yet still a boy. It seems appropriate the new moon will appear within 20 hours of his day. A good start for his teen years, a time of such expanse. Full of spunk and grit … and a mind of his own, he is my light and my joy. It’s a good month!
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