Strawberry Moon

Apparently the full moon in June was called the Strawberry Moon, named by the Algonquin tribe who knew this moon as a signal of the short harvest of strawberries.  In Europe, where strawberries are not native, it was called the Rose Moon.  

This moon was at perigee, its closest point to earth this year.  They called it the Supermoon - bigger, brighter, more potent.  It's pretty but not noticeably bigger.  Maybe a little brighter.  For me, with a Capricorn moon in my natal chart, it can be a very grounding moon or it can be dark, playing on my fears.  For me, this one is dark, her harvest poor.  Last year she was more steady and sure, the slow, hot burn of new love.  Next year, who knows?  The wheel turns, round and round, down is up and up is down.  The one thing I can count on is that it will be different yet again.  For the first time in many years I am experiencing the vagaries of life personally as opposed to vicariously, through my daughter.  It is not always pretty, but it is living and I want to live.  I decided that after my heart attack, fought for it, for normalcy, for what other people take for granted. The highs and lows are a given.  I can wait for the wheel to turn.  And while I wait, there's this, on of the first moon songs I remember, one of the first I learned, to remind me what I love about the moon and life and living.

Place park, scene dark, silvery moon is shining through the trees;

Cast two, me, you, sound of kisses floating on the breeze.

Act one, begun. Dialogue, "Where would you like to spoon?"

My cue, with you, underneath the silvery moon.

By the light of the silvery moon,

I want to spoon, to my honey I'll croon love's tune,

Honeymoon keep a-shining in June,

Your silvery beams will bring love dreams, we'll be cuddling soon,

By the silvery moon.

Act two, scene new, roses blooming all around the place;

Cast three, you, me, Preacher with a solemn looking face.

Choir sings, bell rings, Preacher: "You are wed for evermore."

Act two, all through, every night the same encore.

By the light, (By the light, By the light),

Of the silvery moon, (The silvery moon).

I want to spoon, (Want to spoon, Want to spoon)

To my honey I'll croon love's tune.

Honeymoon, (Honeymoon, Honeymoon),

Keep a-shining in June. (Keep a-shining in June)

Your silvery beams will bring love dreams,

We'll be cuddling soon,

By the silvery moon.

Your silvery beams will bring love dreams,

We'll be cuddling soon,

By the silvery moon.