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Strawberry Moon…

Strawberry Moon

Full Moon names date back to Native Americans, of what is now the northern and eastern United States. The tribes kept track of the seasons by giving distinctive names to each recurring full Moon. Their names were applied to the entire month in which each occurred. There was some variation in the Moon names, but in general, the same ones were current throughout the Algonquin tribes from New England to Lake Superior. European settlers followed that custom and created some of their own names. Since the lunar month is only 29 days long on the average, the full Moon dates shift from year to year. • Full Strawberry Moon – June This name was universal to every Algonquin tribe. However, in Europe they called it the Rose Moon. Also because the relatively short season for harvesting strawberries comes each year during the month of June . . . so the full Moon that occurs during that month was christened for the strawberry! I took this picture of the Strawberry Moon on Friday night and, as was our custom as children when my siblings and I saw a full moon, I sang two little songs about the moon and I made a big wish.


The smell of wild strawberries at this time of year, especially on a sultry hot day, takes me right back to my childhood. When I was a child, I lived in a dream world of my own creation. Living in the country, our house was somewhat isolated before any development began around us. Except for my sister who was 3 years older and my brother, younger by 5 years than me, the only other playmates were a sparse smattering of male cousins who were close enough to get to on my own. Thus, most of the time, I escaped via the magic carpet of books. Reading transported a freckle-faced tomboy anywhere she wanted to go - anytime! What a fine and wonderful thing is the imagination of a child. And mine was a finely tuned instrument that would kick in on a moments notice. The woods surrounding our house provided acres of lush green backdrop that could be Peter Pans Never-Never Land one day (should I be Wendy or Tinkerbell?) while another day might find Annie Oakley riding the range with her posse of male cousins in tow! King, the big Collie Dog and his sidekick, Snoopy, the original Beagle  usually accompanied us on these adventures. Paths worn into the underbrush by the abundant wildlife wound throughout this fairyland. Dark cool thickets of ancient Pines provided a respite from the August heat. Beds of soft moss became a comfy tuffet upon which we rested to to share our little bag lunches and bottles of water. For dessert, there were always plenty of fat wild blueberries or crunchy, pungent Tea Berries to be had. We climbed trees higher than our own houses, exhilarated at the magnificent views from the top. Or we'd shimmy up a White Birch tree, grasp the end and and ride the wind as the tree gently bent and lowered us to the ground. I guess these were the rides in our rustic amusement park! Overnight it seemed the wild strawberry field would transform itself from a profusion of tiny white flowers into an irresistible, aromatic feast of succulent, ripe red berries. The morning sun would warm that bounty and a gentle breeze would deliver that mouth-watering smell to the back porch like an invitation from Mother Nature herself... Some lazy days, half-way through the summer, I might become restless, bored, devoid of ideas. And then, as if by some miracle, the mailman would arrive bearing a brown box from the Weekly Readers Children's Book Club (thanks Mom!) and I would drink from that book 'til it was done. Cover to cover, word by delicious word and, closing the back cover, I'd just sit and savor that story in my mind for as long as I could sit still. Then, having refreshed myself from the well of wonderful words and phrases, I'd be back on my feet looking for a new adventure! My senses would be awakened to the sights, sounds and smells all around me. The rooster crowing in the back yard, the hornets humming around a newly constructed papery hive, the little piglets snorting and rooting in their muddy pen... happy little players enjoying a game of tag. Oh, the games we human children played back then! "Tag" (like the piglets), "How Many Steps Before The Queen", Red Rover", "King of the Mountain", and a wonderful, silly game called "Pies"...did we invent that one? My siblings and I would spend hours on a summer evening collecting Lightning Bugs (aka Fireflies) and make neat lanterns with them when we had captured enough of them in our Mason Jars. Or we'd make a jeweled ring out of a firefly worn on our finger. Then we'd scare each other out of our wits by playing Hide and Seek in the dark yard. Jumping out at each other with shouts of BOO! We'd gather armloads of Queen Ann's Lace and white Daisies that bobbed their pretty heads along the driveway. We' stuff them into jars of water laced with food coloring and wait impatiently for them to turn pink, yellow or blue. Or we'd gather buckets of tadpole eggs and watch them hatch into warty little toads! Little did we know the educational value of these scientific forays. We just knew they were fun things to do on a warm summer afternoon. Once in a while I'd run out of ideas before the mailman came along with my next book so I'd flip through old story books and magazines until an inspiration began to fan the flames of my imagination again. But it was always the written word or an illustration that would fuel my creative spirit and it continues to be that way for me even now! Just like those little catfish (bullheads) we'd catch in our pond, only to throw them back to be caught again, so are the muses that I am lucky enough to capture again and again as I grow older. Though I love my fellow man and I am an avid student of his comings and goings, I am really at heart, a loner, a dreamer who comes awake now and again to refuel, to grease the wheels of my kaleidoscope and feed on the manna of fellowship before retreating behind my magic garden gate where I can once again inhabit my own little world. This is bliss! It's a wonderful place to live...

Thought for today…

A favorite dreamer of mine...

One year while on vacation, I snapped this photo of a sweet and very intelligent young man I know. He is definitely someone who will fulfill his dreams and I thought it was a fitting image for this quote that I penned back in 1983..... "Comfort those whose dreams have failed and pity those who fail to dream..." Maron Craig Bielovitz


On Jamie Ridler's blog, she encourages Wishcasting (Wednedays). It's a great idea. It's akin to setting goals, in my mind, and putting them out there into the universe (my Grandaughter's words) to be fulfilled.  My BIG goal for 2010 is to get in touch with the adventurer inside of me and to get her to move forward on some specific goals that have been "percolating" in her little brain for some time now. These are goals related to my creative life for the most part but they do touch on my everyday life as well. What are you wishing for this year? Put it out there...into the universe...you may just be surprised!!

The Now

A recent disappointment has me feeling depressed so it's been an effort to be creative. The AED challenge has really helped because art is therapy to me and pushing myself to create every day has been healing. But I have been doing a lot of praying and reading uplifting and meditative material as well.  The first choice for me is always the Bible but the other resource I often turn to for wisdom or comfort is Wisdom of the Ages 60 days to enlightenment by Wayne W. Dyer. Today I turned to a chapter called The Now and found exactly what I needed. It is a quatrain written by Omar Khayam, the scholar and astronomer who lived in Iran. (His life span was aproximately 1048 - 1122) He writes: The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it. The lesson of these lines is that we must live for today and let go of the past.  Let go of tears that are a symbol of your attachment to the past because self pity and sadness will not wash away one bit of your past. Learn from your wounds and mistakes, bless them as teachers and get back to the work of your life in the now. Dyer writes that" there is a past, but not now. There is a future but not now. From a thousand years ago grasp this simple truth and write your life with it!"  Words to live by, yes?


Such good friends/journal page

Such good friends/journal page

I was thinking about the topic of "Connecting", which Leah Piken Kolidas has suggested as a theme for the month of October on her blog,  Creative Every Day. Connecting is something we all do on a daily basis whether we realize it consciously or not.  Connecting with others is one of the most important things we do for ourselves as it helps us to be more grounded and well rounded people. Think of the electric impulses we receive from being around dynamic folks...how charged up we feel after being in their company. Think about how bogged down we feel after being in the company of stagnant, boring or negative people. In his book, Wisdom of the Ages, Wayne W. Dyer explores the teachings of many great minds and the eternal truths that they have taught us. One particular passage speaks very clearly to the benefits of connecting . Dyer says that "mystical teachers and poets are always reminding us of our connectedness and the oneness of everything and everyone." He refers to the well known passage written in the early years of the seventeenth century by English poet, John Donne who wrote "No man is an island of itself; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.  So we see that even as far back as the 16th and 17th centuries, enlightened minds were promoting the rewards of connecting! See who you can connect with today and how it will affect your life!

(Don't) Loose This Day Loitering…

Maggie Loitering...

Maggie Loitering...

Lose this day Loitering - 'twill be the same story To-morrow - and the next more dilatory; Each indecision brings its own delays, And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days. Are you in earnest? seize this very minute - Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated - Begin it, and then the work will be completed! Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 - 1832) German poet, playwright and novelist Johann Wolfgang von Goethe expressed his interest in the natural, organic develpoment of things, rather than an idealistic characterization, and in man's need to believe in himself.


When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. To love life through labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secret. All work is empty save when there is love, for work is love made visible.     Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) Lebanese mystic, poet, dramatist and artist, Kahlil Gibran lived in the United States after 1910

Something to think about

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured and far away. HENRY DAVID THOREAU  (from Walden) (1817-1862

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