When I opened my front door Thanksgiving morning, I was greeted by the lovely sight of the pale full moon setting over the mountains. It occurred to me that I have seen this same moon before on my birthday. I decided to accept it as my personal “birthday moon.” The night before as I was coming home from dinner with a friend, I saw a huge golden moon rising in the east. “Look!” I told Susie, “A harvest moon!” Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it was not a harvest moon. I remembered that all the full moons have names — the harvest moon is just one of them. The names were originated by the Native Americans, at least on this continent. Other cultures have their own names for the various moons. The “Harvest moon” is in September which makes a lot of sense. The moon I… Read More »