I found out this is the Hunter Moon. Last night it was waxing gibbous and I got a great shot through the clouds moving in.
My two nephews are avid hunters. Today was the memorial service for the youngest of them 😥 and today I saw a great photo of him on Facebook with two brace of Canadian geese. I realized that for me, the Hunter Moon will now always be synonymous with Ryan. He was a good son, wonderful father, and devoted husband. He will be missed.
May the Nature Spirits guide him home. May the Honoured Dead welcome him among them. May the High Ones grant him rest, and rebirth in due time. As it was, as it is, as it will be. There will be a returning for him. ~ Celtic Blessing
You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly. ~Rumi