I walked out to lock up the chickens for the night and not being aware of the moon’s cycle, I looked up and saw this beautiful, yellow moon just over the top of the tall pine trees. I felt compelled to sit in a chair that I usually sit in to watch the chickens wander and I just looked at the Sprouting Grass Moon.
Native American tribes would refer to the April full moon as the Sprouting Grass Moon. They also called it the Pink Moon because so many little pink flowers were in blossom. Being the first full moon after the vernal equinox, it signals that the following Sunday is Easter. It also is the start of Passover.
No particular thoughts captured my mind as the beauty of the moon overwhelmed my chaotic mind. It was a peaceful half hour and it was free. It was religious and it was spiritual and it was simple. What a gift.