Sunrise is lovely with slate blue cloud and a glowing, pale orange stripe above. It’s only 37F and the porch roof is dripping as though it rained recently.
Of course as soon as the newsletter went out yesterday it started to rain and went from dribbles to pouring in about 15 minutes! The phone rang and I got to talk to Kaleb for quite a while. He’s doing ok and still in touch with some of the other Job Corps folks.
I harvested crocus on the way out to the car and even some early comfrey. Just as Tempus was getting into the car it started to rain again and the sun came out, so we had a fairy rain, and sure enough, just as we were starting out there was a beautiful, low, pale rainbow!
As we came along the seawall the tide was out, getting close to full ebb. The sand flats were all exposed and there were a few people out walking. Close on the the seawall there was a heron who apparently decided that dry feet were uncomfortable and he rose and flapped away to settle in shallow water, as his compatriot was standing by the pier post stump off of Keady Wayside.
We got the shop open and started in with some chores. We’ve managed to lose the miraclegro measuring spoon again. <sigh> We have people that get “helpful” and things vanish…. …and I got into “knock everything over” mode and went back to sit in front of the computer, grumbling…. Grumpy Anja…. and then Anja found the miraclegro spoon…. Happy Anja!
Someone took the Waldport market signs! They sent someone up to see if they could figure out why business was so slow. They had them out yesterday, but they were no longer around when the folks came to pick them up. We gave them our spare one so that they’ll have something to work with. If you know anything about ’em or seem them stashed somewhere it’d be really helpful if you can let me know, so I can pass on the word.
Herb Workshop was just us, so after I got the crocuses into the drying rack, I worked on cleaning the compounding station and sorting the shelves. Tempus cleared the Brigdhe’s flame box a few days ago, so we also finished the sweeping and I found the benzoin resin…
Crystals was two people this week. We went through the fossilized wood, talked about what it’s used for and set the small tumbler up again. They’re are some pretty pieces in there. A week ago those were a dusty dull yellow brown, but there are pieces with brilliant reds and while, striped and even a green.
Amor called and Tempus talked to him all of the early afternoon! I worked with customers and a writing friend who dropped in to chat. I was packing herbs again while cleaning the compounding station and doing some prep on dried tangerine peels, rose petals and buds, the clover and chives (that I had forgotten) and so on.
No one again for Sewing, so I went on with herbs. I discovered that the costume that I wanted to fit on Tempus didn’t get here, so I harvested and prepped the jonquils and primrose that were out front and then worked on making headers.
Tempus finally got off the phone and set about hanging up and putting away the new herbs. I went in back and took a nap while he caught up with me. Once I was awake again we settled in to do a bit on the inventory, but it was nearly 6 when we started so we didn’t get very far, even though we didn’t get out of the shop until about 8:40. We had customers come in at 8pm!
Today is Wicca 101 in the morning, then Brea’s Elements at noon and Practical Craft at 2pm. Practical Craft may be incense, since we’re out of Ostara and still need to make more Imbolc. We may work on herbs, though.
Fornicalia is a feast from ancient Rome of bread and ovens and the goddess Fornax, the personification of the oven. It is the day that the spelt (wheat) for the mola salsa (sacred cakes) was toasted. We know that this day was the last of the festival which ran over several days, although either the beginning date danced around the calendar or kept changing. More here: http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/book/feb17.html and a little bit here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fornax_%28mythology%29 (follow the links and other references) Today is another day sacred to the crocus, crocus susianus. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus_angustifolius
The shop opens at 11am, but we’ll be there lots earlier for class. Winter hours are 11am-6pm Thursday through Monday. If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open! In case of bad weather, check here at the blog for updates, on our Facebook as Ancient Light or call the shop at 541-563-7154.
Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is at the Waxing Quarter. Waxing Moon Magick – The waxing moon is for constructive magick, such as love, wealth, success, courage, friendship, luck or healthy, protection, divination. Any working that needs extra power, such as help finding a new job or healings for serious conditions, can be done now. Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 2/25 at 12:26pm. Waxing Crescent phase – Keywords for the Crescent phase are: expansion, growth, struggle, opportunity. It is the time in a cycle that you gather the wisdom learned in the new phase and communicate your intention to move forward. Light a candle. Write or read an affirmation. LISTEN & ABSORB. Commit to your goal. Phase ends at the Quarter on 2/17 at 12:31pm. Waxing Gibbous Moon – From seven to fourteen days after the new moon. For spells that need concentrated work over a ¼ moon cycle this is the best time for constructive workings. Aim to do the last working on the day of the Full moon, before the turn. Phase ends on 2/24 at 12:@6am.
Goddess Month of of Bridhe, runs from 1/23 – 2/19
Goddess Month of of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Luis, Rowan, Jan 21 – Feb 17
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
Runic half-month of Sigel/Sowelo, 2/12-26 It represents the power of the force of good throughout the world and is the harbinger of victory and ascendancy over darkness.
©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Luis Rowan Jan 21 – Feb 17 – Luis – (LWEESH), rowan – The rowan, or mountain ash (Sorbus aucuparia L.) is related to serviceberries. The red berries were historically used to lure birds into traps, and the specific epithet aucuparia comes from words meaning “to catch a bird”. Birds are also responsible for dispersing the seeds. Rowans thrive in poor soils and colonize disturbed areas. In some parts of Europe they are most common around ancient settlements, either because of their weedy nature or because they were planted. Rowans flower in May. They grow to 15 m (50 feet) and are members of the Rose family (Rosaceae). They are cultivated in North America, especially in the northeast.
Luis – Rowan Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Grey and Red
Meaning: Controlling your life; Protection against control by others.
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17 (NEE-uhn) – the common ash (Fraxinus excelsior L.) is a major tree of lowland forests in much of Europe, along with oaks and beeches. It grows to 40 m (130 feet) in open sites, with a broad crown reminiscent of American elm trees. Ash was and still is an important timber tree, and is a traditional material for the handle of a besom. The common ash is occasionally cultivated in North America, and similar native ash species are widely grown as street trees. Ashes are members of the Olive family (Oleaceae).
Nuin – Ash Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Glass Green
Meaning: Locked into a chain of events; Feeling bound.
Ogam letter correspondences to study this month Oir – Spindle Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: TH, OI
Meaning: Finish obligations and tasks or your life cannot move forward.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Su 17 High 5:04 AM 7.4 7:12 AM Set 1:07 AM 40
~ 17 Low 12:10 PM 1.6 5:48 PM Rise 10:51 AM
~ 17 High 6:21 PM 5.3
~ 17 Low 11:37 PM 3.3
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears.
Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – In “Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs” by the Brothers Grimm, the Queen asks her magic mirror, “Magic mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?” What does the Queen mean by “fairest”? (NOTE: students may not know that “fair” in this usage means “pretty”.) Who is “the fairest” person you know? Write about that person.
~ Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere. – Carl Sagan
~ In essence, if we want to direct our lives, we must take control of our consistent actions. – Tony Robbins
~ In summer, the song sings itself. – William Carlos Williams
~ It all depends on how you look at things and not on how things are, in themselves. – Carl Jung
I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs … But I decided a long time ago that I’d starve to death before I’d sing any such songs as that. – Woody Guthrie, American folksinger and activist; the Guthrie Center was opened on January 30, 1992
Magick – Ostara Recipes
Coconut Carrot Cake – http://autumnearthsong.com/2012/03/03/ostara-recipes-2012/
*I adore carrot cake….and this is a spicy moist one..delish!!
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon allspice
2 cups white sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/4 cups vegetable oil
2 cups grated carrots
1 (20 ounce) can crushed pineapple, drained
1/2 cup sweetened flaked coconut
1 cup chopped walnuts
1 cup raisins
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Coat a 10x15x2 inch baking dish or 10 inch Bundt pan with cooking spray. In a medium bowl, stir together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg. Set aside.
In a separate larger bowl, mix together the eggs, sugar and vanilla by hand. Stir in the oil; the mixture should resemble pudding. Gradually stir in the dry ingredients, then fold in the carrots, pineapple coconut, walnuts and raisins. Pour the batter into the prepared pan, and spread evenly.
Bake for 55 to 60 minutes in the preheated oven, or until a small knife inserted into the cake comes out clean.
Ostara Lemon Cake – http://autumnearthsong.com/2012/03/03/ostara-recipes-2012/
1 box lemon cake mix
1 (3.4oz) package instant lemon pudding mix
¾ cup oil
¾ cup water
1 TB water
2 TBs melted butter
1/3 cup lemon juice
2 cups powdered sugar
Preheat the oven to 350*. Grease a 9 x13 baking pan. Prepare the cake mix using the pudding mix, eggs, oil and water. Bake in the prepared pan for 35-45 mins, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
While the cake is baking, prepare the glaze, mixing together all the ingredients until smooth. Pour the glaze over the warm cake and serve. Makes 10-12 servings
Egg Nest cookies – Chocolate, coconut and jellybeans make for great Easter cookies and bird nests. They look like bird nests and with jelly beans inside. The kids will get a kick out of these Easter treats. One recipe will make more than 30 nests so this could feed a whole flock of guests. This is a sweet tweet you will want to use over and over again.
4 cups sweetened flake coconut
3 to 4 tablespoons mini chocolate chips
4 ounces (about 1/2 cup) mini jelly beans
1 1/4 cups all purpose flour
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup butter or margarine, at room temperature
1 package (3 oz) cream cheese, at room temperature
3/4 cup packed light-brown sugar 1 egg yolk
1 teaspoon coconut extract
- Combine flour, cocoa powder, baking powder and salt in small bowl.
- Beat together butter, cream cheese and brown sugar in large bowl until smooth and creamy, about 2 minutes.
- Beat in egg yolk and coconut extract.
- On low speed, gradually beat in flour mixture in 3 batches until well blended.
- Stir in 3 cups of the coconut.
- Cover bowl with plastic wrap; chill 1 hour until firm enough to handle.
- Spread remaining coconut on waxed paper.
- Heat oven to 350 degrees
- Using level tablespoon, shape dough into 1-inch balls; roll in remaining coconut.
- Place on ungreased baking sheet, spacing about 2 inches apart.
- Bake at 350 degrees in oven 10 to 15 minutes or until firm to touch.
- Cool on baking sheet or wire rack for 1 minute.
- Then press indentation into center of each cookie, using back of 1/2-teaspoon measuring spoon.
- Spoon about 1/4 teaspoon mini chocolate chips into each indentation.
- Top with 3 jellybeans to mimic eggs in the bird’s nest.
From time to time my kids and I will have “Movie Night,” a bonding experience in which we all get together and argue about what movie we will watch if we ever stop arguing.
Tonight’s Movie Night has ended in a compromise: My son will watch his movie in my bedroom, my daughters will watch theirs in the living room, and I will pay for the pizza.
My kids all agree this is fair.
I start off watching with my son. His movie begins with a chase scene involving cars that have the ability to jump over everything in their paths, and as they do, the cars they jump over explode. So many automobiles crash I begin to wonder if maybe this whole film wasn’t just a clever way for General Motors to burn off excess inventory. “Are there any people in this movie?” I demand. My son makes a shushing motion—to keep track of what is going on he apparently needs to be able to hear the metal crunching.
I wander into the living room. My daughters are each clutching a box of tissues, as if anticipating that their movie will give them allergies. A young woman is sitting on a park bench. “What did I miss?” I ask.
“The credits,” my older daughter murmurs.
“I mean, in the movie.”
“Nothing has happened yet.”
“What? It’s been ten minutes. In your brother’s movie they’ve already managed to dismantle the entire military-industrial complex.”
“Would you be quiet?” my younger daughter hisses.
Back to the bedroom. The car chase has given way to a gun battle. Two men, each armed with over seven tons of ammunition hidden in their pockets, are shooting at everything but each other. Stuntmen in paramilitary garb fall like hailstones, glass shatters, and cars, of course, explode. Neither of the shooters seems to have grasped the concept that in order to hit someone you need at least to point your weapon in his general direction. “Which one is the bad guy?”
“We don’t know yet.”
In the living room, my daughters are in distress. “She can’t decide which one she loves,” my younger daughter explains.
“That’s silly; why doesn’t she just ask her father?” The young woman is sitting on the same bench. “Didn’t they have a budget for any other furniture in this movie?”
“She’s going to pick the wrong guy,” my older daughter pronounces flatly.
“How do you know which one is the wrong guy?” I ask curiously. They both give me pitying expressions. “Wait, let me guess: It will be the one she picks.”
They refuse to look at me, so I know I’m right.
In what I suppose passes for an action sequence, the young woman stands up from the bench, then sits back down. My daughters reach for their tissues.
In my son’s movie, the two combatants have exhausted the earth’s supply of ammunition and are chasing each other over city rooftops. On motorcycles.
“Any sense yet of why these guys want to kill each other?” I ask.
“This is the coolest movie ever,” he breathes.
“I thought not.” The motorcycles land on the roof of a speeding train, which immediately collides with a gas truck stalled on the tracks. Both motorcycles sail unscorched through the ensuing fireball, exactly as would happen in real life.
My daughters are weeping. “Why didn’t he just go to her and tell her he loves her?” my younger daughter laments.
I nod my head in agreement. “After all, it’s not like she’s hard to find; she’s always on that bench.”
They give me sour expressions. “Now he’s going to go off and join the army,” my older daughter informs me, as if it is all my fault.
“Good, maybe he’ll wind up in your brother’s movie; they need more men over there.”
Oddly, both films end the same way, with a man sailing away on a boat. In my daughters’ movie, the young woman runs to the dock, waving, but the young soldier doesn’t see her, and my daughters sob. In my son’s film, the boat is sunk by a surface-to-surface missile, and he cheers.
Best part of movie night: the pizza.