Last night, the moon rose sweet and round, like a ripe fruit in the sky. They call her the Strawberry Moon β named not for her color, but for the berry season she ushers in. A time of gathering, of blooming, of joyful receiving.
I didnβt plan to write anything. I didnβt plan much at all. But something about her presence β full and soft, glowing in her quiet way β made me want to leave a little note here.
This moon marked the very first whisper of something Iβve been making behind the scenes:
β¨ Echoes from the Moon β poetic little cards Iβm crafting each full moon, inspired by lunar phases and natureβs symbols. They're not ready to be released just yet, but they're slowly blooming.
And this Strawberry Moon?
She offered the first echo:
"I am ready to receive joy without guilt or resistance."
I let that line sit with me for a while.
I thought about how often we hold ourselves back from sweetness. How we try to earn our joy. How strange it feels to simply⦠receive.
And so, under the glow of the full moon, I decided to receive.
Receive rest.
Receive stillness.
Receive the beauty of things not yet finished.
If you looked up last night β I hope the moon greeted you kindly.
And if you didnβt β she still shone for you anyway.
More lunar whispers to come soon. For now, Iβm just letting this first bloom unfold in its own time. πΈπ
With warmth,
Museum of Petals