The Snow Moon…

January’s Wolf Moon bared its teeth, but February’s Snow Moon will firmly close its mouth, prick its ears and listen.

Whether it snows tonight or not, this is the month typical for heavy snowfall – which is where the Snow Moon gets its name. 

This is the heart of winter, when cold feels heavy. When the novelty of darkness has worn thin. Oh man, has it worn thin! We all know that when snow arrives it softens edges, turning landscapes inward. Footsteps vanish. Tracks fill. What remains is a sense of presence without proof.

And this is where the Ghosts of Winter linger. In long and short pauses. In the things you don’t say. In the moments when the world is quiet enough for memories to surface uninvited.

Quiet hauntings aren’t meant to be chased away. They’re reminders of connection, of things that mattered enough to leave an imprint. A remembered voice in an empty room. A shape in the corner of your eye that resolves to nothing. The feeling that something has passed through, leaving the air changed behind it.

Under the Snow Moon, absence becomes its own kind of presence. And February asks us to resist the urge to fill the silence.

Instead, sit with a memory you’ve been avoiding and let it pass through without forcing meaning from it.

February’s Snow Moon teaches us that quiet doesn’t mean empty. Silence can be inhabited. And winter, at its deepest, is full of unseen company.

The ghosts are already here.