She is called, by some, Wolf Moon. The first full moon of 2015. As she moves, her movement will take her into a shadow. Tomorrow her luminosity shrouded in a hint of shadow.  Poets’ pens and hearts have exploded beneath her fullness. The oceans and rivers feel her pull. Many metaphors and wisdom teachings exist that teach from her brief fullness compared to the whole journey. Ahhhh, sometimes the whisper is really quite simple. “Hello first full moon.” Sometimes the only whisper needed is gratitude.