Today's moon is the Wolf moon, which obvious jokes aside, I don't get a strong sense of. It is supposed to refer to the hungry wolves howling in January- quiet a different image than that of yule's abundance. I guess that's how January feels to a lot of people; they hear their inner stomach grumbles after the abundance and gluttony of the holidays.

I have a different kind of hunger now though; aside from the ravenous pregna-appetite, of course.I feel empty emotionally- my stores are depleted and I have begun to hoard the very last crumbs that lay there. I do not know how to replenish, and like the wolves, lament and fear the possibility of perishing from want. I am going to the coast at the New Moon to do some work releasing the hurt I have had such difficulty moving past- I hope that in the course of that process, I can also get a glimpse into what it would take to feed myself a little as well. Plant a few seeds, if you will, providing myself something nourishing to look forward to in the near future. Blessed be.