FULL MOON MUSINGS | Buck Moon
Greetings on this full moon,
Sweet summertime has arrived, accompanied by the abundance these warmer months have to offer. Many gardens are beginning their bountiful harvest, reminding us of the sweet fruits of our winter and springtime labor.
As wonderful as the sunshine and long days have been, summertime can also feel quite fleeting, especially for those living in the north. Our joyous frolicking can also be met with the feeling of rushed enjoyment - leaving us wondering how we can fill our summers with all the activities our souls desire.
For me, I’ve had to remind myself that not everything can be a priority. For when we try to do it all, we in turn often end up doing less - becoming less present in the current moment as our minds race to the next task or activity on our never ending to-do lists.
Instead, I am continually reminded that living slowly and intentionally is a year round practice; one that ebbs and flows with our own embodied seasons. May this full moon offer each of us the space to celebrate the abundance of summer and further commit to the hopes, dreams, and goals we are working towards.
With love,
Marie
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July Full Moon - Buck Moon
The July Full Moon is commonly known as the Buck Moon, Salmon Moon, or Berry Moon. These names reflect the growth and cyclical nature that the Earth offers us each season. Bucks are growing their new antlers after shedding ones in the spring, salmon are beginning to return upstream, and gardens are approaching peak abundance.
All these names for the full moon symbolize the renewed strength and vitality that summer months bring. As the weather continues to warm, may we reflect on the increased energy that is coursing through us.
Perhaps you are beginning to see the fruits of your own labor reflected in the nature that surrounds you. May this moon also remind us of the cyclical nature that lies within each of us. When life begins to feel difficult we can often wish for all our worries to disappear. But let us not forget there are no berries without rain, nor can the salmon easily swim upstream without rising waters.
The hardships of today can be an opportunity to grow tomorrow. Just as the bucks continue to grow new and larger antlers, this full moon is a chance to turn inward and reflect on what we ourselves have shed in the spring, making way for new growth.
As we prepare for the month ahead, perhaps these questions will provide us with the clarity we desire:
What have I been calling into my life these past few months? What new growth have I witnessed?
How can I renew my commitment to my long term goals?
In what ways does the cyclical nature of the Earth show up in my life?
What does celebrating the abundance that summer offers look like for me?
May we ask ourselves these questions and answer authentically. Perhaps try gazing at the full moon this evening, remembering all those who are doing the same.
MONTHLY POEM
Rocky Mountain High by John Denver
John Denver’s music has a special place in my heart, always reminding me to stop, look, and listen to the natural world that is brimming with life and joy. For me, this song can represent coming home to ourselves, leaving behind the parts that no longer serve us. This time of year offers a chance to reflect upon the progress we have already made and solidify the direction of the growth that lies ahead. The wisdom that often accompanies moving is not solely found in physically relocating, but in all of life’s moments that spark a renewed sense of self.
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
Left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
Might say he found a key for every door
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away
On the road and hangin' by a song
But the string's already broken, and he doesn't really care
It keeps changin' fast, it don't last for long
But the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
Shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once, he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory
Now he walks in quiet solitude, the forests and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake
And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky Mountain high
Rocky Mountain high
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