It’s not something I think I’ve ever done. Even if I did, I’m not sure I would enjoy it. At least that’s what I thought before tonight. It’s that time of the month again around here. The moon is full and bright in the clear night sky, and something deep in my spirit tells me this is something to celebrate.
I don’t know much about my ancient canine heritage, as I choose to embrace the life I have with my forever family without too much other than respect for the past. But there is definitely something about days (and nights) with a full moon. From what I hear, people can get kind of silly for no good reason other than some strange impact of the lunar cycle. And dogs howl.
As a dog who doesn’t bark that often, the idea of howling is pretty foreign to me. Even if it was, what would I say?
Tonight I pondered this as I roamed about my brisk but beautiful backyard paradise. If I were one to howl at the moon, what would I say?
It brought to mind something I have observed about human behavior. From the ground up, sometimes things just need to explode. I know everyone processes emotions differently. Some people work out to burn off steam. Others eat their feelings. Some people vocalize everything they’re thinking. Others store it inside until they reach a boiling point. I know there are happy mediums as far as all of this is concerned, but there is also a common thread that (albeit loosely) ties these people together.
“This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it,” suggested one of my favorite existential thinkers Ralph Waldo Emerson.
At some point or another, it’s going to happen. You’re going to need a good cry. A thunderous yell. A howl at the moon. It’s only natural. Beyond that, it’s okay. Because from what I can tell, it has a way of healing deep emotional wounds like few other remedies. If that’s what you need to do to feel better, then I say shoot down that moon. Maybe not every month. But every so often, I see it as an opportunity worth seizing.
I don’t bark much either, W. And howling would be out of the question. If I spoke to the moon, I’d say, “Hey moon! What’s up?”
Love and licks,
That’s a nice covering of snow you have there Wiles. I sure hope you and my other American friends don’t have it as bad as last Winter. Here in my part of Australia (near Sydney), we’ve had as much rain (and hail) in the last eight days as we normally have the whole of summer. Full moons? Oh yeah, I love ’em 😀
But you’re right Wiley, people do weird things when it’s a full moon – just ask any police officer. They hate full moons; their work is so much harder.