Did you bask in the glow of the full strawberry moon last week? Did you taste its summer sweetness from the seat of your bike, your salty sweat drip mingling, shoes off and the tickle of dewy clover underfoot? 

Or did you glimpse it as I did, from a car window, playing peekaboo with the cityscape before your mind wandered back to practical things and your body flopped on the couch, fully dressed, moon forgotten? 

I have been struggling to find the words I’d like to share with you. My heart is heavy, my fingers fumbling for the thread to pull on, to unravel the creative process a bit, to give the art we made and the people we made it with their due. In other words, when I’m feeling sad, trying to hype work – even work that is dear to me – does not feel good. Perhaps you can relate. 

And yet, I feel compelled to come back to this note – it’s taken a few tries now – and get some of the feelings in my heart on paper. 

I fear losing what’s common. Common like the flowering garden bed. The heron that flies overhead. Common like land for public use. A hallway for coming and going. Common like a shared sense of time. A deep freeze in January. Space for noticing and brushing shoulders. Having things in common. Common stories. Common knowledge. Common dignity. Common cause. 

When the common places of our lives are eroded, we fade, we shrink and we become just a little more brittle. Even when it requires tending and more so if it brings discomfort, we can cherish the common; something to fight for in the face of isolation. 

I don’t know about you, but I feel less alone when I look at the moon. However we receive moonshine and at whatever phase the moon may be, we partake of the common when we look out. The moon is among other things, a receiver of common questions, a giver of common comforts. 

Today, we have the special pleasure of sharing a new song with you first before we share it widely. This project – the music and the visual elements – has been cradled by many hands and hearts. It is a collective work. It belongs to a common space, so now it is yours, too. 

Moon Cradle is a very special song to me. Like the moon, it reaches outwards, up and down, forward and back in time, dancing in all directions. It pulls on us as we pull on it. It floats, but its heartbeat is rooted in earth. It is the gravity of fireflies. 

I hope it brings you some peace. 

xo 
Kait