The full strawberry moon is just days away. June! 

The last time the moon showed her full face we were just beginning to taste the sun and feel warm grass under our toes.  

It was under that moon that we had our first bonfire fueled by the sticks and leaves we cleaned out of the muddy yard after the winds and snow of winter had littered them. We tilled and planted our garden.

The full moon this week shines on a much different landscape :: lush green trees, fields of buttercups and timothy grass full and swimming in the wind. Fireflies are just beginning to spark in the fields at dusk. 

The lilacs, plum tree, and apple blossoms have already come and gone. 

For this moment (brief!) the peonies and roses are showing their pink faces.

  I lean into each cycle of the moon welcoming new landscapes - new stories. The stories with each turning are always a bit different, yet the changing landscape comfortingly familiar.  

I know that by the next moon the roses and peonies will have faded - but then wildflowers of summer will appear, followed in time by purple asters and goldenrod. 

I don't look away, distracted - I may miss something delightful.

"There's always a sunrise and always a sunset and it's up to you to choose to be there for it," said my mother. "Put yourself in the way of beauty."

~ unknown

~j