La bella fragola luna.
By Kathleen Choe (actor/singer/writer)
Good, good. What is good?
Right now it’s the strawberry moon.
Right now the strawberry moon is hanging in the sky, and it’s big and it’s beautiful and I’m standing on the roof of my building taking it in, wishing I had a glass of strawberry wine to go with it. But it’s late and there is no strawberry wine to be had, so I just stand there and smile at the moon instead.
I think it winked at me.
It’s big and beautiful and the last time we had a strawberry moon it was 1967. Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart Club Band had just been released, Muhammad Ali was stripped of his championship title and banned from boxing for refusing to fight in Vietnam. Israel, Egypt, Syria, and Jordan went to war for six days. Color TVs came down in price. Loving vs. Virginia was ruled on by the Supreme Court.
It’s now 2016. I haven’t been on Spotify in a hot minute so I don’t know what’s cool and hip these days (though they play Justin Timberlake’s ‘Can’t Stop the Feeling’ an awful lot at the gym). The Senate just rejected a series of gun measures and is hoping the violence epidemic will go away with thoughts and prayers. Hillary Clinton has shattered the glass ceiling and has a shot at being President of the United States. Hollywood still doesn’t see that it’s wrong to cast a white person in an Asian part. Hamilton just won a shit ton of well-deserved TONYS.
Right. Right. Right.
The next strawberry moon will be in 2062. I don’t know what the world will be like. One hopes it’ll be better. I have faith that it will be, even though some people will dig their heels in and do everything to make sure the world doesn’t move forward out of their own fear. Others will never stop trying to make the world better because they know it can be.
There will always be critics who hide their insecurities of being unable to contribute to the world under snarky remarks. There will always be the people who ignore them and do it anyway.
The world will still be a combination of good, bad, and frustrating. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s just life.
But right now it’s June 20th, 2016. It’s summer and the air is warm and balmy, though the sky is clear, and la bella fragola luna is in the sky, and I’m saying it in Italian in my head because why not. It’s pretty and I can.
I’m going to take in the strawberry moon right now and remember that even when the world feels like it’s going to shit that there is still good in it, and like a wise hobbit once said, it’s worth fighting for.
I’m going to choose to live in hope and keep trying to set things right however I can, within my own sphere of influence or beyond.
I’m going to remember that there’s always good in the world.