|June's Full Strawberry Moon|
In late June, my thumbs and forefingers were constantly stained. The tiny, sweet wild strawberries were gently plucked and popped sun-warmed into my mouth one by one. They never amounted to enough to do anything fancy with like a pie or jam, so this was a logical solution. As a kid, I would wander around the open fields near my house searching for a new little spread.
Now, I have moved away and live a responsible adult life. There seems to be little time to search for treasures in the wild. It has been a few months since I have walked in the woods. Stress has wormed its' way into my brain and heart and taken over. I feel possessed. Movement on this earth is presently filled with pain. Disconnected, I am only surviving.
It is my connection with the earth and beauty that will breath life into my lifeless form. I can take lessons from my life as a child. Intuitively, I knew what I needed. With the full moon comes clarity. I know what I need.