Already a week into June, and I haven’t heard Rhapsody in Blue yet. No June should pass without Gershwin.
In a couple of weeks, when the summer solstice arrives, I’ll cue up Louis and Ella singing about summertime and how the living is easy.
Today’s quote came from a song that played over a movie’s ending credits...
....It’s a metaphor, for sure.
Swallowing the moon might represent the impossible tasks we try to pull off in our day to day lives, taking on things too big for us to chew. Meanwhile, not knowing our own hand speaks to how little we truly understand ourselves...
...our limitations, our patterns, our blind spots.
And that’s a problem. Because it’s better to know our boundaries before chasing goals that may be just out of reach.
Sure, the search for windmills can be noble and adventurous, but there’s always the chance we come up empty or disappointed. Maybe attempting to swallow the moon gives us a sharper perspective on where we stand in this universe. Not knowing our own hand reminds us to slow down, take stock, and be mindful of our choices, our actions, and our intentions.
In the grabber section today, I tie in where the moon is in our lives on June 7th, 2025. Waxing Gibbous, just four days from the Strawberry Moon.
Let us pray that our friends up north can get their wildfires under control so the smoke doesn’t cloud over the June full moon.
Riverside Art Fair.
Chicago Blues Fest.
Forest Park German Fest.
A solid trio of options to go out and find a little astonishment.
One of these mornings you're goin' to rise up singin'.
Then you'll spread your wings and you'll take the sky,
but 'til that mornin' there's a-nothin' can harm you
with Daddy and Mammy standing by.......
