June
If a June night could talk,
it would probably boast it invented romance.
The month of marriages, June, was named after the Roman goddess Juno. Her name was thought to be derived from the word Jove meaning love. She is the divine protector of community, and thus June speaks to us of love and marriage. The winged feelings of last month make way for something that is more grounded. But why marriage? At its heart, marriage is the making of familial connections between unrelated people. This new family is sanctioned and recognized by the broader community. Spend time this month appreciating your family, chosen or otherwise.
Birth Customs of June
June Flower
As the roses start to bloom
We welcome in the month of June;
Bringing balance to the day
Exploring our naivete.
June Zodiac
The twins will rule the month of June
Dancing with the lovely moon
And then the crab will waltz on by
When Cancer takes the Northern sky
Magic of June
Correspondences
Herbs: Meadowsweet, Parsley, Tansy
Totems: Butterfly, Toad, Monkey
Stones: Topaz, Alexandrite, Flourite
Birthstone: Pearl
Birth Flower: Rose
Celtic Trees: Holly & Hazel (or Apple)
Nature Spirits: Sylphs
Spellwork
Partner
Strength
Decide
Declare
Love
Aromatherapy
In Bloom
3 drops Rose
2 drops Orange
1 drop Jasmine
Meditation
Bloom where you are planted.
Mary Engelbreit
Science of June
Astronomy
Name: June
Length: 30 Days
New Moon: June 3rd
Full Moon: June 17th
Zodiac: Gemini & Cancer
Moon Names
Colonial American: Rose Moon
Celtic: Horse Moon
Chinese: Lotus Moon
Algonquin: Strawberry Moon
Old English: Dyad Moon
Poetry for June
A Red Red Rose
O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it ware ten thousand mile.
June
Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.
June
It’s beautiful the Summer month of June
When all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloom
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o’er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing
High o’er the quiet and lonely moorland sing
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam.
June
For stately trees in rich array,
For sunlight all the happy day,
For blossoms radiant and rare,
For skies when daylight closes,
For joyous, clear, outpouring song
From birds that all the green wood throng,
For all things young, and bright, and fair,
We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm,
For fragrant odors breathing balm,
For quiet, cooling shades where oft
The weary head reposes,
For brooklets babbling thro’ the fields
Where Earth her choicest treasures yields,
For all things tender, sweet and soft,
We love thee, Month of Roses!