June Moon Madness

 As I type this entry The United States is in deep peril. It's fate wrestling in the tiny hands of a boy man who has crowned himself King. The City Of Angels is a flame with cries of liberty faced down by the blind cruelty of ICE and the loyalists of the National Guard. Marines lay in wait sleeping on bare floors in piles. Immigrants protect their families from being forced into detention. People stand arm and arm singing and dancing in a mostly peaceful protest. They still believe in liberty. They still believe in that promise of a land of the free. 
  Trump is planning a military parade. He is rolling in the tanks. He has visions of watching this all unfold like many a dictator. He is looking for excuses to exert his will, to declare martial law to get revenge on anyone who ever doubted him. His masks are being pulled off. His once good buddy tech Bro is threatening to reveal the sabotage that put him into office, of his guilt in abusing minors on that big ol Epstein plane. Trump stumbles on the steps of Air Force One. He demands the service of Marines who ignore his calls. His big day is in danger of being usurped by Pope Leo and 50 states rising up to shout down his crown. His threats are met with jeers. Will TRumpty Dumpty have a great fall? 

  Meanwhile on the 11th we have The Strawberry Moon in Sagitarius a position known to reveal truths. We look to what has ripened. We savor each moment  as the gift that it is. Despite what is happening in the larger picture there are always the small things. Let us open to them.