Being the lunar devotee that I am, I pay attention to the moon’s phases, and am today I’m celebrating her in her full phase. Every full moon carries multiple names, as each culture chooses a predominant signifier for that time of the year. This particular full moon is known by many as the Full Rose Moon, or the Full Strawberry Moon.
I love both roses and strawberries so I’m happy to give equal use to both names.
Last year I discovered a beautiful Swedish word: Smultronställe. It literally means “place of wild strawberries”, and refers to a hidden or special place discovered, treasured, and returned to for solace and relaxation; a personal idyll free from stress or sadness. I fell in love with both the word and the concept, and it’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about today.
So many people are struggling in these times of collective stress and chaos. I think it’s important to be aware of this, and as much as possible do what one can to alleviate tension. Personally I believe we have a responsibility to be mindful of what contributions we’re making to collective energy, and I believe exquisite self-care is important to maintaining one’s centeredness and equilibrium. I tend to pay attention to what I need to create a sense of expansiveness and strong peace – these are vibrational states that are important to me. And this is what I look to Smultronställe to help me cultivate.
I’ve been thinking about Michael Gurian’s admonition:
“As our lives speed up more and more, so do our children’s. We forget and thus they forget that there is nothing more important than the present moment. We forget and thus they forget to relax, to find spiritual solitude, to let go of the past, to quiet ambition, to fully enjoy the eating of a strawberry, the scent of a rose, the touch of a hand on a cheek…”
That’s a lovely reminder isn’t it? And I couldn’t help but smile to notice he mentions both strawberries and roses – a perfect fit for this moon
My CSA farm share box contained the first of the season’s local strawberries – tiny perfect little treasures. No where near as big as the beauties above, but I love that vintage image very much.
And there can never be too many roses in my life.
I’ve mentioned before that I wear an armful of bangles, each one inscribed with a bit of poetry. One of them has this piece from Rumi on it:
The rose opens
And when it falls
I’m especially feeling called to that sentiment. It feels like it’s time for us all to claim our mastery and really show up fully. Our gifts and our presence are needed.
What do you think? Feeling the pull of this moon? Prefer strawberries or roses, or love them both as I do? What poetry is this moon whispering in your ear? Do tell – you know I love to hear.