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It’s just slightly foggy and even with the windows open all night, it’s a touch warm in the bedroom. My study is quite comfortable, well, my bare toes were complaining, but I’ve got ’em tucked up and they’re fine, now. It’s 62F and it’s not even 8:30.
Yesterday was busy all day long. We had a lot of people through the shop. There were quite a few customers and two people each for Herbs and Sewing workshops, but none for Crystals again. I did several readings. I also spent quite a while going through and sorting out more sewing supplies. I have a drawer now for my bias tape, ribbons & trims are next! The last one, of notions, is going to be interesting to organize…..
In between times I worked some more on embroidery and pictures, talked to Sash when he finally got there, 4-ish and worked with Tempus on figuring out which boxes were supposed to go where. We have a stack in the showroom that’s gotta come home, but by 8:30 he was pooped, so we went home and he showered, ate and went to bed, while I worked on this. <<< That’s the newest needlebook cover!
A good friend had a similar solar flower in her car and after I admired hers gave me my very own, wiggly ladybug!
Today is the Angell Job Corps Wicca 101 class in the morning. We’re going to have a very small group this week. The afternoon Practical Craft is going to be on roses and lavendar.
Aren’t these some of the strangest flowers you’ve ever seen? They’re blooms on the New Zealand Flax plant in the herb garden!
Today is the anniversary of the day in 1908 that a massive explosion occurred near the Podkamennaya Tunguska River in what is now Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia, knocking over 80 million trees over 2,150 square kilometres (830 sq mi). This is also known as the “Tunguska event“. This event, while beloved by UFOlogists and Conspiracy Theorists, most likely was some kind of meteoric airburst event, whatever the source of the material, comet or asteroid, but there are other possibilities… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event
Today’s Plant is Blackthorn, Prunus spinosa, sometimes called “sloe”, wish-thorn or faery tree. The blossoms, the fruits and the crimson sap display the three colors of the Great Goddess: white, black, and red. The dangerous long spikes and the red “blood” that flows in the veins of this tree enhance the dramatic effect of Her symbolism. Blackthorns are sacred to the Luantishees, which are Blackthorn Fairies who guard the trees. It makes great walking sticks, such as shillelaghs. The fruit and leaves contain Vitamin C, organic acids, tannins, and sugars. Otzi, the “Iceman” had fruits in his stomach, even though they’re pretty bitter for food. Good wines and liqueurs are made from the fruits. Steep the flowers for a diuretic, tonic, and laxative. Dried fruits can treat bladder, kidney and stomach ailments. Boil the leaves for a mouthwash or to sooth the throat from tonsillitis or laryngitis. – Feminine, Saturn, Earth – Blackthorn symbolizes the inevitability of Death, Good in magicks of protection and revenge, strife and negativity, the balance between light and darkness. The staves cane help in exorcism, to make wishes, in divination and general protection magicks. Being a plant that’s bad to tangle with it also symbolizes not only death and the conquering of death, but the wisdom gained in life and beyond life and can be used in magicks for the gaining of such wisdom. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus_spinosa
The shop opens at 11am, but I’ll be there early because of classes. Spring hours are 11am-7pm 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 a Waning Crescent. 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. Tide Change occurs on 7/8 at 12:14am. Waning Crescent Moon –Best time for beginning introspective magicks that are more long term. Phase ends on 7/3 at 12:14pm.
The Quarter Moon was yesterday evening at 9:54am. This is the second last quarter moon this month. It rises around 12:45 a.m. and sets around 2:15 p.m. It is most easily seen just after sunrise in the southern sky.
Vega is the brightest star high in the east. Right next to Vega lies one of the best-known multiple stars in the sky: 4th-magnitude Epsilon (ε) Lyrae, the Double-Double. It forms one corner of a roughly equilateral triangle with Vega and Zeta (ζ) Lyrae. The triangle is less than 2° on a side. A 4-inch telescope at 100× or more should resolve each of Epsilon’s two wide components into a tight pair. Zeta Lyrae is also a double star for binoculars; much tougher, but easily split with a telescope.
Mercury is lost in the glare of the Sun.
Goddess Month of Rosea runs from 6/13 – 7/10
Celtic Tree month of Duir/ Oak – Jun 10 – Jul 7 – The oak of myth and legend is the common oak (Quercus robur L.).
Runic New Year and half-month of Fehu/ Feoh, 6/29-7/13 Important in the runic year cycle, today marks beginning of the first rune, Feoh, sacred to Frey and Freya (Freyja), the lord and lady often worshipped in modern Wicca. It is the half-month of wealth and success. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Duir Oak – Jun 10 – Jul 7 – The oak of myth and legend is the common oak (Quercus robur L.). It is sometimes called the great oak, which is a translation of its Latin name (robur is the root of the English word “robust”). It grows with ash and beech in the lowland forests, and can reach a height of 150 feet and age of 800 years. Along with ashes, oaks were heavily logged throughout recent millennia, so that the remaining giant oaks in many parts of Europe are but a remnant of forests past. Like most other central and northern European trees, common oaks are deciduous, losing their leaves before Samhain and growing new leaves in the spring so that the trees are fully clothed by Bealltaine. Common oaks are occasionally cultivated in North America, as are the similar native white oak, valley oak, and Oregon oak. Oaks are members of the Beech family (Fagaceae). Curtis Clark
Duir – Oak Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Black and Dark Brown
Meaning: Security; Strength
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Su 30 Low 1:09 AM 1.2 5:35 AM Rise 12:48 AM 53
~ 30 High 6:51 AM 5.4 9:05 PM Set 2:15 PM
~ 30 Low 12:51 PM 1.2
~ 30 High 7:25 PM 7.4
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I create a safe and protective environment in which to transform my fears.
Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – You have to be true to yourself, but you have to be true to your best self, not to the self that secretly thinks you are better than other people. — Stephen Gaskin
~ One returns from the realm of the Fae either dead, mad or a poet… – most recently quoted by T. Thorn Coyle
~ One who fears failure limits his activities. Failure is only the opportunity to more intelligently begin again. – Henry Ford
~ Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one and they all stink. – Bob
~ Power based on love is a 1000 X more effective & permanent than power derived from fear of punishment. – Mahatma Gandhi
COUSIN BANYA, THE SERPENT QUEEN
Banya, the Serpent Queen,
Came slithering through my door;
I locked it when I saw her coming, but
She picked the lock with her forked tongue.
If she wasn’t my cousin,
She probably wouldn’t visit at all.
It was bad enough that she had snakes
All over her head, but her roots were showing
From a bad bleach job…I guess she had to
Do it herself, (I sure wouldn’t want to)!
Banya is what they call a Lamia (kinda rhymes,
Doesn’t it)? She was a snake from waist down,
And could slither with her bottom half…
And pretty fast, too!
Unfortunately, her lair was not too far from
My house. And she had a good sense of smell,
So she could tell if I was at home.
I had just gotten a new boyfriend, and I really
Dreaded it if he should run into Cousin Banya.
Alfred was really kinda conservative anyway,
And the thought of future kinship with a Lamia
Would really put a crimp in our relationship.
He was just at the point of ‘popping the question’,
I pulled up a bucket chair that Banya could fit into,
And fixed her a cup of tea with honey and milk.
I had some poppyseed muffins on hand, too.
I knew she probably had other appetites, but
I really didn’t want to know…it might be frogs,
Or something worse.
After we ate, she slithered into the den to watch tv;
She was especially fond of soap operas.
She picked up the picture of Alfred, he looked
So cute, with his bow tie, glasses and pipe;
Exactly like an accountant should look.
Banya rolled her eyes and looked slightly
Nauseous, which was very very rude. I was
Offended. After all, I never commented on her
Boyfriends. Heck, I usually only ever saw them
Once. I never asked her why that was, either…
I didn’t want to know.
Banya could hypnotize men with her eyes…
Once they got up to her eyes, that is;
She didn’t wear anything above the waist.
I hope she would leave before Alfred came to
Pick me up for our date; otherwise I would have to
I kept hinting for Banya to leave, but as usual
Hints didn’t do any good where she was concerned,
And I was scared to make her mad, you bet!
She was painting her claws…oops, nails with black
When I heard a knock at the door. Oh, Lord!
That had to be Alfred; it was a very conservative knock.
I rushed Banya into my bedroom and the tv there,
And told her to stay in there quietly and totally,
If she wanted me to let her search for mice in the cellar.
So I smoothed my hair and tried to stop shaking,
And then I opened the door for my gentle Alfred.
He had just gotten home from an Accounting Convention
In Chicago, and was very glad to see me.
I told him I would just get my coat, and we could go,
But he said he just wanted to spend a quiet evening
At home with me. Yikes! And he plopped himself down
Into a chair and wouldn’t move. Damn.
I told him all I had to eat were sandwich fixings and soda,
But he said that was fine with him, we could go out later
For dessert. I put on the coffee pot, but my hands were
Shaking so badly that I almost dropped it.
Things were pretty quiet in the kitchen, and then
We heard a thump, thump, thump, and Ssssssssss,
Sssssssss, and I knew Banya was on the move.
Oh, Lordy! I didn’t know if I would live through this night,
Or not; it sounded to me like she was heading for the stairs.
Thank God Alfred had his back to the stairs! I saw Banya
Stick her head around the corner to peek. She wanted to
See my new boyfriend, but I sure didn’t want him to see Her!
She laughed at me, and stuck our her forked tongue.
Sssssssssss, Ssssssssss! She was laughing at me.
I told Alfred that was the radiator making that noise. I hoped
He wouldn’t use his brain to realize I had central heat.
I jumped up and grabbed my coat, pulled him out of the chair,
And headed for the door. “Hellooooooo,” Banya said sweetly.
I almost fainted. Then I looked up and wished I HAD fainted.
Banya had wrapped her snaky hair in a towel for a turban,
And put on a long skirt over her green snaky tail.
It looked awful, but poor Alfred was an innocent, he might not
Figure out she was a creature-type thingie.
“I’m Laurie’s cousin Banya,” she hissed, “first cousins on her
Mother’s side.” She held out her hand, and of course
He had to get closer to shake it. I was glaring at her,
But as usual it did not do any good. She looked at him
With her hypnotic eyes, and he did not notice anything
Unusual at all. I guess she does have her talents.
“You two go out and have a good time,” she said, “I just
Wanted to see what he looked like. Not very impressive.”
She slithered back upstairs, as I marched Alfred out of the
Door, (and out to eat, if my stomach would stop clenching).
Well, at least Banya and my Alfred had met each other.
I calmed down and everything was going fine, until
Alfred said how pleasant Banya was, and wouldn’t
She make a lovely bridesmaid at our wedding?
I spewed coffee all over our tablecloth and started choking,
At that one!
I am really giving serious thought to the advisability of marrying
A conservative man, what with my family trees. He hadn’t
Even met Banya’s parents (God forbid), not to mention
The rest of my family, who have lairs all over the place, most
Of them not too far from my house…..
Oh, well. Visits from Cousin Banya are never dull,
But I love her anyway! – © Copyright 10/05/05 Beth Johnson (Mystic Amazon)
Little brown thrushes at sunrise in summer
After the May-flowers have faded away,
Warble to show unto every new-comer
How to hush stars, yet to waken the Day:
Singing first, lullabies, then, jubilates,
Watching the blue sky where every bird’s heart is;
Then, as lamenting the day’s fading light,
Down through the twilight, when wearied with flight,
Singing divinely, they breathe out, “good-night!”
Little brown thrushes with birds yellow-breasted
Bright as the sunshine that June roses bring,
Climb up and carol o’er hills silver-crested
Just as the bluebirds do in the spring,
Seeing the bees and the butterflies ranging,
Pointed-winged swallows their sharp shadows changing;
But while some sunset is flooding the sky,
Up through the glory the brown thrushes fly,
Singing divinely, “good-night and good-by!”
BY Mrs. WHITON-STONE
As usual, I’m the one who was blamed for the recent family crisis, even though, as readers of this column well know, I am a sensitive and humble husband who is right pretty much 100 percent of the time.
I do admit that when it comes to the system that runs the laundry at the Cameron house, I have been a tad…oblivious. By “system” I mean, of course, my wife, who takes care of washing clothes for the rest of us without complaint—until recently, as you will soon see.
My oldest daughter has never mastered the tricky mechanism required to open and shut her dresser drawers, with the result that her clean laundry winds up right where my wife has stacked it—on the bed, where it tips onto the floor and mingles with the dirty clothes residing there. “I have nothing to wear!” she’ll shriek every once in awhile, despite the fact that she is standing ankle deep in her entire wardrobe. When I get tired of this ransacked condition and advise her she can’t go to a friend’s party until her room is cleaned up, ignoring her claim that “these are the most important people in my life I PROMISED I’d be there,” she’ll take care of the problem by gathering up everything and trucking it down to the laundry room, even if my wife just washed it that very day.
For my youngest daughter, the issue is the competency of the laundress. “I told you that this blouse has to be washed separately,” she’ll scold. “You’re supposed to soak it in rain water and then dry it with cotton balls!” Apparently everything she owns was hand-sewn by movie stars out of butterfly silk, and my wife is constantly “ruining” things by not treating them with gentle cycles and soft murmurs.
My son never gripes about clothes—as far as he is concerned, the laundry area could be converted into a video game room. He generally wears the same outfit until it becomes toxic; the EPA has been to our house twice to see if his clothing should be awarded Superfund status. Often, peering at the condition of his attire, I realize he has more dirt on him than I have in my yard. Cleaning his apparel causes the washing machine to make a grinding, gritty noise, as if sand has gotten into the bearings.
Against all this, my complaint seems a pretty mild irritant: I’ve begun noticing that whatever wash cycle she is employing, my wife is causing my pants to shrink around the waist.
“You’re shrinking them so bad, I can barely button them,” I grumble. “Look at this!”
She regards me wearily. “Those are new pants. I haven’t even washed them yet,” she advises.
“What’s your point?” I demand. Sometimes she can’t seem to stay focused.
“Meaning, I couldn’t have done anything to shrink them. They came like that.”
“Defective trousers?” I sputter. How much more am I supposed to endure?
She pokes me lightly in the stomach. “No, they’re the right size,” she claims.
“So you did shrink them!” I accuse.
Now, even though all I am doing is serving in my prosecutorial capacity as the man of the family, she completely over-reacts. “You know what? You’re right. I must not know what I am doing. So from now on, everyone in the family has to wash their own clothes. I am through doing laundry!”
At first I believe this is a bluff. Each of us have our family responsibilities, after all—for her not to take care of the clothes would be like me no longer bothering to decide what we will watch on television. But when, after a few days, it becomes apparent that she has no intention of calling off her unauthorized labor action, I summon the children for an emergency session of arguing over who should take over laundry duties. We decide on a system based on blame and denial. This leads to a minor disaster in which everyone’s clothing somehow becomes pink, and a demand from my children: How are you going to get Mom back in the laundry business?
I don’t know, but I suspect it will involve a lot of chocolate.