(Monday, July 13, 2026) new moon Cancer
Nevuah’s research about Cullan’s name (Gaelic version: “wolf cub”) is a surprising inspiration for me to create a new story. My life is too complex right now to work on the art projects for my Eadie faerie tale. Quiet autumn and winter are easier for the complexity of design work. But I feel I have time to write, a physically simpler process, and writing is critical for my health. My two recent blog posts hit me like lightning this morning. It’s time to think about my black wolf dream. The huge, prescient element of that dream is still affecting me, especially with insights into my ancestry. I’ll dig into my dream blogs again to find stories that rhyme with the black wolf, plus look into English black wolf mythology.
If my son is a cub, am I the wolf? Black wolf, black raven, black cosmos. My deceased godmother’s last name was Wolfe, as I have mentioned a few times.
Somehow I want to include the name Silverthorne in my new story.
All my life I have felt I write better than I draw. Yet when I visited my mother last week I saw an old oil painting of our log cabin I had made as a teenager. It was more intricate and beautiful than I remembered.