A junco is standing on a rake handle and chewing, his yellow beak going a mile a minute, with his feathers all fluffed against the chill. A spray of clematis bloom that is hanging down in the sunshine is a glowing contrast against the green.
One word about yesterday so far as I’m concerned….migraine… Tempus was at the shop. Jesse and Drake were in and so was Darwinia. Otherwise, it was a day….
I’m supposed to be at the shop today and I’ll be working on sizing and labeling tunics. I’m not sure what Tempus is planning on. He’s been griping that he needs some good weather to do yard chores.
There is an epic poem that is 1003 years old today. The Shahnameh “The Book of Kings”) is a long epic poem written by the Persian poet Ferdowsi between c. 977 and 1010 CE and is the national epic of the Iranian cultural continent. Consisting of some 60,000 verses, the Shahnameh tells mainly the mythical and to some extent the historical past of (Greater) Iran from the creation of the world until the Islamic conquest of Persia in the 7th century. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shahnameh and on the poet here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferdowsi
Today’s plant, farewell-to-spring (Clarkia amoena), is a flowering annual native to western North America, found in coastal hills and mountains from British Columbia south to the San Francisco Bay Area. The fruit is a dry capsule, which splits open when mature to release the numerous seeds. Two very specific magicks for this plant…. Use it in coming-of-age rituals (such as luck on a driver’s test, or graduation or in firstblood/firstseed rituals, and also for fertility/prosperity (the seed capsule).
The shop opens at 11am. 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,
Two interesting pieces on whether the Viking navigational device, the “sun stone”, really existed. Read in The Independent: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/archaeology/not-just-the-stuff-of-legend-famed-viking-sunstone-did-exist-believe-scientists-8521522.html Or the Proceedings of the Royal Society A (paywall): http://rspa.royalsocietypublishing.org/content/469/2153/20120651
Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is in Hecate’s Brooch. Waning Moon Magick – From the Full Moon to the New is a time for study, meditation, and magic designed to banish harmful energies and habits, for ridding oneself of addictions, illness or negativity. Remember: what goes up must come down. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 3/11 at 12:51pm. Waning Crescent Moon –Best time for beginning introspective magicks that are more long term (full year cycle) A good time for beginning knot magicks to “bind up” addictions and illness (finish just before the Tide Change of Dark to New) and “tying up loose ends” God/dess aspects – Demeter weeping for her Daughter, Mabon, Arachne Tyr. Phase ends on 3/7 at 12:51am. Hecate’s Brooch – 3-5 days before New Moon – Best time for Releasing Rituals. It’s the last few days before the new moon, the time of Hecate’s Brooch. This is the time that if you’re going to throw something out, or sweep the floors, or take stuff to Good Will, do it! Rid yourself of negativity and work on the letting go process. Release the old, removing unwanted negative energies, addictions, or illness. Do physical and psychic cleansings. Good for wisdom & psychic ability. Goddess Aspect: Crone Associated God/desses: Callieach, Banshee, Hecate, Baba Yaga, Ereshkigal, Thoth. Phase ends on 3/10 at 12:51am.
Goddess Month of of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
Runic half-month of Tyr, 2/27-3/13 This is a time of positive regulation, sacrifice and hard work in order to progress.
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Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion, Ash. 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
F 8 Low 3:26 AM 2.6 6:40 AM Rise 4:35 AM 18
~ 8 High 9:21 AM 7.9 6:14 PM Set 3:10 PM
~ 8 Low 4:13 PM -0.2
~ 8 High 10:38 PM 7.1
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Don’t hesitate to make changes in your life. Don’t sit and say, “I don’t have anything”. Learn to step out and do something about. Life is what you make it to be…. Good or Bad your choice.
~ The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man. – Leigh Hunt (1784-1859) English writer
~ The simplicities of natural laws arise through the complexities of the language we use for their expression. – Eugene Wigner (1902-1995) Hungarian-born US physicist
~ There have been injuries and deaths in boxing, but none of them serious. – Alan Minter
~ To seize your power you must assume responsibility for your life. – Kerr Cuhulain
I don’t do well speaking about things I don’t know anything about, so I’ll speak instead about the Unknown and the Inexplicable. I find them inexhaustibly entertaining as objects of speculation, since they obviously include a lot more than the known and the explicated. I suspect and almost believe that the Unknown and Inexplicable played a role in the design of the DNA molecule, as suggested by Sir Francis Crick, Sir Fred Hoyle, Dr. Timothy Leary and others. I also suspect that the Unknown has meddled a lot in human affairs, and the Inexplicable has laid hands, or tentacles, or something, on us many times. – Robert Anton Wilson Source
Magick – Ostara Writings
We are going to sow.
Mother, come and help us,
help us with our task.
Aren’t you our mother?
Aren’t we your girls?
There is only forest here
where we need to plant.
Only with your help
will we clear our way.
Who else can we call upon
as we plant our fruit?
~Women’s planting song of the Jibaro People of South America
The Rabbit who loved Layla – A re-telling of a folktale by Anja ©2004M. Bartlett
Once upon a time there was a little rabbit who loved Layla, the Spring Maiden who brings the flowers and new grass.
She was only a little bunny, not very smart, not very strong, not very pretty, but soft and sweet and very, very loving.
She wanted to do something nice for Layla to show how much she loved Her.
She thought and thought and finally thought about eggs. Eggs are round like the world. That is a good thing for Layla!
Now birds are the ones who lay eggs, and eggs are usually white or brown, but this little rabbit didn’t know that. She laid a whole nest full of eggs for a gift to Layla and for the great earth mother, Lada.
They were bright colors, like flowers and had pretty pictures to show how much the bunny liked the world in springtime.
This sweet little rabbit took her eggs, put them in a basket with flowers and delicious spring herbs. She brought them to Layla and her mother, saying, “I know they’re not much of a gift, but I thought you might like them.”
Layla told the little rabbit, “Bunny dear, your sweetness and your love have created a miracle!”
Layla was so happy with the eggs that she gave the little rabbit the power to share those eggs with the whole world. Lada even put the bunny’s picture on the moon so that we would not forget the love that made the impossible happen.
Ever since that time we take eggs and paint or dye them in bright colors and eat candies and pastries shaped like eggs and remember the sweet little rabbit that we call the Easter Bunny.
Because I’m technically over 40, it’s been a bad year for me health-wise. I’ve had a host of ailments, including appendicitis attack, spleen disruptions, and liver migrations, all made worse by the fact that my doctor doesn’t agree that I’ve had any of them. Instead, he says I have mild hypochondria, which is silly—I have major hypochondria!
A hypochondriac is a person who gets a disease by hearing about it. So when, for example, I heard about a rare disease called Cornu Cutaneum, in which a four-inch horn grows out of the center of one’s forehead, I knew for certain I had it. Panicked because I didn’t think I could make a living as a rhinoceros, I phoned my doctor and told him I had all the symptoms of the illness.
“You have a four-inch horn growing from your head?” he demanded.
“All the symptoms except that one,” I amended.
“Like, I’m starting to find elephant skin very attractive, and I have an increasing urge to head-butt a Land Rover.”
“All right,” my doctor said after a lengthy pause, “put sun block on the affected area.”
“And that will cure it?”
“Can’t hurt,” the doctor said hippocratically.
I’ve also got the Ebola virus, where one’s body basically just falls apart, something that has been happening to me since I turned 30. There’s no known cure, though my doctor has prescribed diet and exercise, which he says can’t hurt. I disagree; exercise does hurt, and probably makes my Ebola worse to boot.
Possibly the worst affliction I’ve had so far this year is Alien-Hand Syndrome, where my right hand, strictly on its own, tries to kill me via strangulation or donuts. I’ve watched, mesmerized, as my hand spookily reaches into a box and pulls out a chocolate-covered custard-filled bismark, which you know has to be even worse for you than a donut because they taste even better. You’ll recall that Dr. Strangelove, played by Peter Sellers, had Alien-Hand Syndrome, and that the movie ended with total nuclear annihilation, though my doctor isn’t sure that’s going to happen in my case.
“Your hand has tried to strangle you? Honestly?” he asks skeptically after the nurse puts me through in the name of preventing the destruction of the planet.
“I think it has tried to strangle me dishonestly,” I correct. “It pretends to be just lying there. I think it’s waiting for me to fall asleep.”
“How do you know you’ve got this rare syndrome?”
“Because,” I say triumphantly, “the rest of me has Akinetic Mutism!”
Sufferers of Akinetic Mutism are awake and conscious, but lie around unmoving and unresponsive, like a man watching golf on television. My problem was that except for my Alien Hand reaching for a donut and occasional trips to the mirror to make sure the sun block was keeping the rhino horn at bay, I’d pretty much done nothing but nap all weekend, even though I had lots of work to do.
“If you had Akinetic Mutism, you wouldn’t be able to make this phone call—that’s where the mutism part comes from,” my doctor tells me.
“So I have talking mutism?”
“Tell you what. When you suffer from this condition, are you by any chance holding the TV remote?”
“No,” I answer defensively. “My Alien Hand is holding the remote. I have no control.”
“Try unplugging the television.”
“That…seems kind of radical,” I reply faintly.
I’m not so sure—what would my Alien Hand do to me if I rendered the remote useless?
“You seem to be catching a lot of strange diseases, lately. Have you been reading about rare disorders, or something?”
“No, not at all! Well, there is this one book.”
“What’s it called?”
“Ah. I’d like you to send it to me,” my doctor requested.
“So you can provide better treatment?”
“Sending it to me is the treatment. I think getting it out of your Alien Hands would be good for you, you seem to catch whatever you read about.”
That’s when he explained that I had hypochondria, which I found in the book right next to hyponatremia, whose symptoms include fatigue, listlessness, and apathy.
I decide I’ll send him the book later—right now I just don’t feel like doing it.