The summer solstice, the official start of summer is the longest day of the year, and this year it was accompanied by a fairly rare event: it coincides with a so-called “strawberry moon,” the folkloric name given to June’s full moon.
According to “The Old Farmer’s Almanac,” the strawberry moon was given that name by the Algonquin tribes because it occurs right at the height of the season when strawberries are harvested. Other names for this month’s full moon are the “hot moon” and the “rose moon.”
Isn’t it funny and wonderful that despite all the ways we have to entertain ourselves we can still be in awe of the moon?
Wishing you a week filled with wonder
I am also linking this post to Ruth Ayer’s wonderful web page – Ruth Ayers Writes. If you get a chance go visit. You will leave feeling happy.
HOW CAN THIS WEE LITTLE MINION WIELD SUCH STRONG OPINIONS THAT AT THE AGE OF THREE SHE HAS ALREADY DECREED ONLY AVOCADOS FOR ME ABSOLUTELY NO BROCCOLI.
AND WHEN DID SHE MASTER THE ART OF SLIGHT OF HAND SO THAT ONE OFFERED COOKIE BECOMES TWO AS SHE PLANNED.
HOW DOES SUCH A TINY TOT KNOW THAT MY SOLE PURPOSE IS TO COLOR AND ROLL PLAY DOUGH TO NEVER MAKE HER EAT ANYTHING GREEN TO HAVE PLENTY OF COOKIES AND ACKNOWLEDGE SHE IS THE QUEEN WHO RULES OVER HER TOTALLY BESOTTED BY LOVE GRANDPARENTS.
According to the American Heritage Dictionary the meaning of the phrase coming to full circle is: When something “comes full circle,” it completes a cycle, returns to its beginnings.
I am celebrating that as this new year of 2016 begins I have come full circle.
I chose last year as my word to define my life in 2015 light hearted. Things went well until early spring and then a series of heart breaking event occurred in my life. As each event happened, it became increasingly more difficult to cling to even a shred of a light hearted attitude toward life. I found myself at the end of 2015 feeling very glum and being very sure I did not have the emotional resources to change my attitude. But I tried. And I am here to celebrate that I have come full circle. Although I have chosen another word to define my life this year, I am starting this year with the same attitude as last year. I am willing to be open to the possibility of letting my heart be light on a daily basis.
This week again it was hard to move my soul to celebration. But, once more, I think that I am getting this idea of celebrating wrong. I am concentrating on the grand moments of life. The blow out the candle and make a wish moments and not realizing that these glorious moments are built on celebrating the ordinary moments of my life.
One of the consistent ordinary moments of my life is my morning walk. This week there has been much to celebrate about my my morning ambulations.
The first is the beauty of my little town all decked out and waiting for the holiness of Christmas and the fun of Santa.
The second ordinary moments on my walks I celebrate this week has been the amazing balmy December weather we have been enjoying this December in New Jersey.
And this third ordinary moment I captured was this poor, little, confused pussy willow trying to bloom for Christmas:
I felt like he was the Little Drummer Boy of the the tree world this week. Trying to show some flourish up against all those big pines full of lights and colored ornaments.
Wishing you a week filled with ordinary moments worth celebrating,