Joy Magnet: Strawberry Moon

Last night, seated at a bonfire and fresh out of an evening swim, I watched the moon rise over the lake. I audibly gasped it was so beautiful. [Pictures, even this one, do not do it justice.] We waiting as it crept over the tree line and was engulfed by clouds. Bright, powerful, soft. Simultaneously a reminder and permission that we can be all three.

 Image by  R oss Whelpton

Image by Ross Whelpton

We made our way down the road in hopes of seeing the Northern Lights, rumor had it they were going to make an appearance. Lying on the breakwall I stared at the sky with the lighthouse looming overhead, backlight by the brilliance of moon rising higher in the sky. My heart filled with happiness. The harmonies of Ballade to the Moon by Daniel Elder came to mind knowing this is the moment to which I'm transported whenever I hear this song no matter where I am. I weep with joy beneath the moon.

 Image by  R oss Whelpton

Image by Ross Whelpton

Ballade to the Moon by Daniel Elder

On moonlit night I wander free, my mind to roam on thoughts of thee.
With midnight darkness beckoning my heart toward mystic fantasy:
Come, dream in me!
How beautiful, this night in June, And here, upon the velvet dune;
I weep with joy beneath the moon.

The path lies dark before my sight, And yet, my feet with pure delight
trod onward through the blackened vale beneath the starry sky so bright.
O, share thy light!
These woods, their weary wanderer soon in awe and fearful wonder swoon;
I weep with joy beneath the moon.

And as the darkened hours flee, my heart beats ever rapidly.
Though heavy hang my eyes with sleep, my singing soul, it cries to thee:
Come, sing with me!
The twinkling sky casts forth its tune—O, must I leave thy charms so soon?
I weep with joy beneath the moon.