I love this; I urge everyone needs to do whatever it takes to name their immediate world in ways that connect them more deeply to their Place.
For me, August will remain Minoomini Giizis, or the Wild Rice Moon. There is no wild ricing here where I live, but the need for me to remain connected in every possible way to my ancestors is important, more so now as we are so terribly scattered. It's easier this year, having just come from the lake country of Minnesota for a few days.
I would love to hear the pronunciation of Minoomini Giizis. A lovely connection to think of those who came before and those who are still present but scattered viewing this moon and together remembering the time and place of wild rice.
Love all of this. I have decided to name the August full moon "Millet-Dancing-in-the-Breeze Moon" because some lovely birds apparently decided to plant a crop of.millet in my front yard/urban jungle, and now that the plants are easily over 5 feet tall they gracefully catch every passing breeze, swaying beautifully as they hold rustling conversations amongst themselves on which i shamelessly eavesdrop.
I love this so much. It makes me crazy when I post a picture of the moon and someone insists on a label that makes no sense to me. But then my labels might not work for someone else either. Today I might call her the dragonfly moon because they are most abundant this time of year. Or the baby bird moon. Or maybe the hazy moon because it’s usually hot and hazy here in August. Yet last night it was unseasonably cool and I saw her out my window shining so bright and clear it made me pause even at 1 am.
I too am struggling with how to be joyful in a dying world. How to find meaning and magic that matters somehow. Constantly wondering am I doing enough, am I doing my part, is this really why I’m here? But then I can’t save the world either so where does that leave me?  Some days I really envy people who do not struggle these questions, because that doesn’t seem to be an option for me.
Karen, for what it's worth, the joy I find in your sharing what you see through your camera eye is significant. I hope you know how much joy you are bringing into the lives of others, because I guarantee I am not the only one you are affecting this way.
Chris, I'm just seeing this, your incredibly beautiful comment to Karen. I so much agree. Her photography is unreal. Thank you for noticing & sharing & being such a kind soul.
I appreciate that so much! I am working on letting this really really really seep in to my beingness. Self compassion may be the rest of my life's work.
I love this; I urge everyone needs to do whatever it takes to name their immediate world in ways that connect them more deeply to their Place.
For me, August will remain Minoomini Giizis, or the Wild Rice Moon. There is no wild ricing here where I live, but the need for me to remain connected in every possible way to my ancestors is important, more so now as we are so terribly scattered. It's easier this year, having just come from the lake country of Minnesota for a few days.
I would love to hear the pronunciation of Minoomini Giizis. A lovely connection to think of those who came before and those who are still present but scattered viewing this moon and together remembering the time and place of wild rice.
Minoomini sounds roughly like "muh NEW muh nuh"
Giizis is like Jesus with a "g" sound
I love this. It would be amazing to sense a connection to ancestors I think, though I’ve never experienced it.
Love all of this. I have decided to name the August full moon "Millet-Dancing-in-the-Breeze Moon" because some lovely birds apparently decided to plant a crop of.millet in my front yard/urban jungle, and now that the plants are easily over 5 feet tall they gracefully catch every passing breeze, swaying beautifully as they hold rustling conversations amongst themselves on which i shamelessly eavesdrop.
That is beautiful. Thank you. I'm sitting here imagining your crop of millet holding "rustling conversations." Wow.
I love this so much. It makes me crazy when I post a picture of the moon and someone insists on a label that makes no sense to me. But then my labels might not work for someone else either. Today I might call her the dragonfly moon because they are most abundant this time of year. Or the baby bird moon. Or maybe the hazy moon because it’s usually hot and hazy here in August. Yet last night it was unseasonably cool and I saw her out my window shining so bright and clear it made me pause even at 1 am.
I too am struggling with how to be joyful in a dying world. How to find meaning and magic that matters somehow. Constantly wondering am I doing enough, am I doing my part, is this really why I’m here? But then I can’t save the world either so where does that leave me?  Some days I really envy people who do not struggle these questions, because that doesn’t seem to be an option for me.
Karen, for what it's worth, the joy I find in your sharing what you see through your camera eye is significant. I hope you know how much joy you are bringing into the lives of others, because I guarantee I am not the only one you are affecting this way.
Chris, I'm just seeing this, your incredibly beautiful comment to Karen. I so much agree. Her photography is unreal. Thank you for noticing & sharing & being such a kind soul.
Janisse, thank you, you are so kind! And Chris is so very kind. He's why I found your page too!
I appreciate that so much! I am working on letting this really really really seep in to my beingness. Self compassion may be the rest of my life's work.
Bless you. I'll be thinking of you tonight with the moon shining clear and bright. Thank you for caring so deeply.
Ok, I ended up calling it the "learning the hard life lessons moon" in my newsletter for tomorrow. Thank you for the inspiration!
Oooh, I'd love to hear the story behind that! I'll go find your newsletter.
Oh gosh thank you for looking, hope it doesn’t disappoint!