Updated: Aug 7
June 24, 2021 @ 2:40 p.m.
According to the Algonquin, the Full Moon in June is the sixth Moon of Creation. They, along with the Ojibwe, Dakota and Lakota refer to her as the Strawberry Moon because June is the time when vine-ripened strawberries are ready for picking. During this Moon cycle, tribes held their yearly celebration to welcome everyone home and forgive any past differences and transgressions.
Strawberries are the first of the berries to ripen, and the Native Americans considered them good medicine for the heart and teeth. This thinking was quite accurate. Now we know these little powerhouses are not only rich in vitamins and antioxidants, but they increase your HDL (good cholesterol) and lower your blood pressure.
The Europeans call this Moon ‘Honey Moon’ or ‘Mead Moon’. June, named after Juno, the Roman goddess of marriage, was a popular nuptial month, where traditionally, the ‘honeymoon’ followed the wedding. Mead Moon is also related to marriage. Mead is made by mixing water with fermented honey along with other ingredients such as fruit, spices, grains, or hops. It was custom to drink mead wine at the wedding and during the month after to increase the chances of conceiving.
Although the Moon reaches her fullest point in the middle of the afternoon, you won’t be able to see her until she rises above the horizon later this evening. As the last Supermoon of 2021, you will see her in all her glory – large and golden.
"The moon, rising, is a white eye to the hills; After it has risen, it is the bright heart of the sea. Because I love it—so—round as a fan, I hum songs until the dawn." –Li Po, Tang Dynasty (701–762)
It’s been said that this popular romantic poet drowned in the Yangtze River while embracing the reflection of the Moon. Po was not just a poet. Skilled with the sword, he led the wild life of a knight-errant, constantly in search of the next adventure. Wine was his muse, of which he drank in excess. Women, nature, Taoism, and the grandeur of the Chinese Dynasty were the primary subjects of his work; but layered within his poetry you can sense the undercurrent of Po’s disheartenment of living a wasted life.