Daily Stuff 3-19-13 Quinquatria

Hi, folks!

weather Cloud WindIt’s dim and grey this morning and 45F. they’re predicting rain and some pretty heavy-duty wind gusts, the worst tonight. There’s no warning or anything….. Although I was started to see a tsunami warning this morning. It was only a test. They’re trying to determine transmission times…..

product cafe women and tea sweatshirtYesterday we got out the door later than what I like. As we were coming down the hill, both Tempus and I exclaimed over the blue of the ocean, since the sky was perfectly clear. Tat only lasted an hour. It stayed bright, but clouded back up…. There was a lovely big heron standing in the shallows along the seawall, just like the one that we saw in the gloom the night before.

product cafe women and tea teapotYes, we were late getting to the shop. Unless I’ve set up an appointment, I never have anyone complain, but I really try not to let that happen. BTW, today’s product pix are from Cafe Press. If you’re interested in buying some go here: http://www.cafepress.com/ancientlight

We worked on small stuff until 2pm, which is when the computer workshop started. Just two of us today…. Darwinia showed up to chat during the afternoon. After the workshop I had a reading, a long reading and then we sorted workshop things and then came home.

product cafe women and tea thermos_food_jarToday we’re home. Tempus has a mower to work on and I have newsletter stuff and then posters to work on. I’m hoping he’s going to be able to go and print and put ’em up today. I finally have all the topics together. I’ve been trying to get this done for two weeks. I’ll also be posting those on the calendar here on this blog.

athenaToday is listed as a feast day of Athena by many of the pagan sources that I use, but I can’t find that historically. It *is* a feast of Minerva, who was equated with Athena by the Romans. The feast was called Quinquatria and was a solemn procession and sacrifice. The gladiatorial games were added later.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quinquatria

plant motif huckleberry Vaccinium_ovatum_3Today’s plant is Evergreen huckleberry, Vaccinium ovatum, a small shrub that is native to the PNW. The berries were a staple food for the PNW indigines. The fruit is blue-black and tends to be small, but makes excellent jam and the leaves are smoked or made into tea for colds. Gender, Feminine – Planet, Venus – Element, Water – Carry for luck and health. This is a plant that will keep away evil and break hexes. Burn the leaves to bring visions and to make dreams come true. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evergreen_Huckleberry

Ostara PentacleThe shop is closed on Tuesday/Wednesday. 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,
Anja

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Today’s Astro & Calendar

Waxing Quarter MoonThe 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 3/27 at 2:27am. 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. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, energy and enthusiasm Associated God/dess: Artemis & Apollo, Mayet/Djehuti, Freya/Frey. Phase ends on 3/19 at 10:27am.  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. Keywords for the Gibbous phase are: analyze, prepare, trust. It is the time in a cycle to process the results of the actions taken during the First Quarter. During this phase you are gathering information. Give up making judgments; it will only lead to worry. Your knowledge is incomplete. Laugh. Analyze and filter. LOOK WITHIN. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, but in the uncommitted phase, the Warriors. Associated God/desses: Dion, Dionysius, Venus, Thor.

 

Goddess Month of of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Goddess Month of Columbina runs from 3/20 – 4/17
Celtic Tree Month of Fearn/Alder, Mar 18 – Apr 14
Rune Runic Month 06 Berkana BeorcRunic half-month of Berkana/ Beorc, 3/14-29 Half-month ruled by the goddess of the birch tree; a time of purification for rebirth and new beginnings.

Sun in PiscesSun in Pisces
Moon in CancerMoon in Gemini enters Cancer at 11:55am
Saturn Retrograde
Color: Red

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©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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Plant Tree Celtic Month FearnAlderFearn/Alder, Mar 18 – Apr 14 – Fern – (FAIR-n) – The common alder (Alnus glutinosa (L.) Gaertner) is common along lowland rivers, where it grows with aspens, poplars, and willows. Like willows, alders sprout from stumps. This allows them to regenerate after heavy flooding. In protect sites they may grow to 20 m (65 feet) tall. Their leaves are more blunt-tipped than most North American alders, which look more like the grey alder (A. incana (L.) Moench). This species is more common in the mountains of Europe, and is not restricted to moist soils. Like ashes, European alders are not widely cultivated in North American (they are often sold as black alders), but several native species are. Alder wood is said to resist rotting when it is wet, and was the wood of choice for pilings in many regions. Alders are members of the Birch family (Betulaceae).

Fearn – Alder Ogam letter correspondences
Month: January
Color: Crimson
Class: Cheiftain
Letter: F, V
Meaning: Help in making choices; spiritual guidance and protection.

Silver Fir Celtic Tree Month AilimOgam letter correspondences to study this month – Ailim – Silver Fir
Month: None
Color: Light Blue
Class: Shrub
Letter: A
Meaning: Learning from past mistakes; Take care in choices.

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WavesTides for Alsea Bay
Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~           /Low      Time    Feet    Sunset                                   Visible
Tu  19    Low  12:00 AM     3.4   7:20 AM     Set  2:32 AM      41
~    19     High   6:03 AM     6.7   7:28 PM    Rise 12:03 PM
~    19      Low   1:20 PM     1.4
~    19     High   7:56 PM     5.3

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Fill your heart with courage and you will be able to face life with confidence.

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Newsletter Journal PromptJournal Prompt – What if? – If you were lost in the woods and it got dark, what would you do?

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Quotes
~   If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree. – Jim Rohn
~   I’ll not listen to reason… reason always means what someone else has got to say. – Elizabeth Gaskell (1810-1865) English writer
~   It is better to be true to what you believe, though that be wrong, than to be false to what you believe, even if that belief is correct. – Anna Howard Shaw, American preacher, physician and suffragist
~   It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right – especially when one is right. – Nietzsche

The Cremation of Sam McGee By Robert W. Service 1874-1958
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam ’round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
“It’s the cursèd cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet ’tain’t being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”

A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.
I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked”; … then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.
It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

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ostara sabbat egg divider

Magick – Ostara Crafts

magick 031913String Eggs

Blow up a water balloon to create a small egg shape, wrap yarn around it, and apply fabric stiffener with a paintbrush. Once dried, pop the balloon!

Related craft with instructions.
Floor Lamp with Yarn Lampshades

With a few simple supplies, it’s easy to take an everyday floor lamp from ordinary to extraordinary. Get started with our easy step-by-step instructions, then personalize the colors of these clever yarn lampshades to your space.

Floor Lamp with Yarn Lampshades
For something more sophisticated, use just one hue of yarn or achieve a more whimsical look by mixing and matching your favorite colors.

magick 031913bMaterials
Multiple bulb floor lamp
Balloons
Yarn, color(s) of your choice
Scissors
Fabric stiffener
Foam brush
Sewing needle or pin
LED light bulbs*, enough for your floor lamp
Zip ties (also called cable ties)

*Tip: If your floor lamp comes with incandescent light bulbs, be sure to replace them with LED light bulbs. They don’t get hot, so they’re the safe choice with paper or yarn lampshades.

Instructions

    1. Remove lampshades from floor lamp and replace all incandescent light bulbs with LED light bulbs.
    2. Blow up balloon to desired size and knot. Be sure it’s big enough to fit over the light bulb without touching the sides of the bulb.
    3. Tie yarn around end of balloon. Wrap yarn around balloon—use less yarn if you want more light to shine through and more if you want subtle lighting. Once you’ve wrapped your desired amount of yarn around the balloon, brush with fabric stiffener.
    4. Repeat Steps 2 and 3 until you have enough balls to cover all light bulbs on your lamp. Let dry for at least 45 minutes.
    5. Once dry, pop the balloons with a needle and toss popped balloons. Carefully pry open holes so they’re large enough to fit over the lights.
    6. Working one light bulb at a time, put the ball over the light bulbs and secure with a zip tie. Repeat until all light bulbs are covered. Cut off ends of zip ties.

Tip: Try this balloon technique for other projects, too! For example, fill a bowl with a cluster of them for an instant centerpiece or use small balloons to create petite lampshades perfect for a strand of twinkling lights.

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motif Silliness SmilieSilliness – What Would You Say?
A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company’s fancy hot shot lawyer, was questioning Clyde. “Didn’t you say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine,’?” asked the lawyer.

Clyde responded, “Well, I’ll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favourite cow, Bessie, into the…”

“I didn’t ask for any details”, the lawyer interrupted. “Just answer the question, please. Did you, or did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine!’?”

Clyde said, “Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road….”

The lawyer interrupted again and said, “Your Honour, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question.”

By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde’s answer and said to the lawyer, “I’d like to hear what he has to say about his favourite cow, Bessie”.

Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded. “Well, as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favourite cow, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting, real bad and didn’t want to move. However, I could hear old Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning, so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her fatal condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes. Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, “How are you feeling?” “Now tell me, what the heck would you say?”

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