The sky is full of lumps of cloud and shadows are chasing sun stripes across the yard. It’s 63F. The roses in the retaining wall are just incredible.
Yesterday ended up being longer and later than what any of us meant. I got a good night’s sleep the previous night and Tempus did by virtue of sleeping after he got back from the paper route until nearly 11am, which meant we got to the shop around noon. We had thought maybe we’d be a little late, but that’s much more than we meant! At least it was a holiday.
Tempus spent the early afternoon sorting and putting away some of the stuff that’s been all over the shop for a few days and then the late afternoon bringing more. Right now the book area is full of books, records and tapes that I’m sorting. There’s a whole stack of boxes in the aisle again and the other spots that he emptied are full. We’ll we’re going to try to get to the shop early this morning to sort this all out… I hope.
There were a lot of folks in during the day, between 40 and 45, I think. I spent awhile calming down a few people about a ghost problem that they’re having and another batch about what psychics do.
Tempus didn’t finally get done until about 9pm and then we came home and got supper and crashed soon after.
Today Alf is planning to be at the shop not long after we open. He’ll have his horns set out for sale and be doing Rune Readings. I’m also doing an embroidery class in the afternoon. Here’s the weekend schedule!
Friday, 7/5 – Psychic Fair Friday – 11am shop opens
~ All day – Alf will be available for Rune Readings as soon as he gets here and will have his horns for display. Shop hours or by appointment.
~ All day – Vendors! I know for certain that the miniature houses will be there.
~ 11am – Herbs Workshop – Summer harvest, what and how? – free
~ 1pm – Special Feature – Alf will give a short talk and answer questions about Asatru – free
~ 3pm – Embroidery Class, this is a special opportunity for a class in basic embroidery. $5 for kit (normally, class is $25!)
7/6 – Psychic Fair Saturday – 11am shop opens
~ All day – Alf will be available for Rune Readings and will have his horns for display. Shop hours or by appointment.
~ All day – Vendors! Miniature houses, Planters and Red-Neck winchimes (they’re adorable!) Carnival-style Games (without carnival prices)!
~ 11am – Herbs Workshop – Making things with lavendar: tussie mussies, tea, tincture, lavendar wands
~ Noon – Crystals Workshop
~ 1pm – Special Feature – Alf will give a short talk and answer questions about Asatru
~ 3-5pm – Sewing Workshop – BYOP (bring your own project or question)
~ 6pm – Shop closes, but if you need to come in later, let us know and we’ll be open for you!
7/7 – Psychic Fair Sunday -11am shop opens
~ All day – Alf will be available for Rune Readings until he decides to head home and will have his horns for display. Shop hours or by appointment.
~ All day – Vendors! I know for certain that the miniature houses will be there.
~ 10am – Wicca 101
~ 2pm – Practical Craft – Candles made with lavendar
Today’s feast is that of “Kiril-Metodii“ or Saints Cyril and Methodius. They were brothers in the 9th century from the Byzantine end of Christianity and did a lot to christianize (as far as it went….) the Slavs. It was during their time that the Glagolitic (grandfather to Cyrillic) alphabet was developed, the Slavs say by the two brothers, but others say by St. Jerome. The Czechs credit them with “civilizing the wild tribes”, not speaking of themselves of course. 🙂 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saints_Cyril_and_Methodius
Pacific Aster, Symphyotrichum chilense, is one form of aster that grows in the PNW. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symphyotrichum_chilense China Asters are the ones grown in gardens and are the common garden aster that Cunningham references: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Callistephus_chinensis in his Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs. Feminine, Venus, Water – The aster was sacred to the gods and used on altars in many religious paths. It is often used in love sachets or carry the bloom to win love. You can also grow them in your garden to draw love to you! …and here is an article on the whole family which includes sunflowers, chrysanthemums, yarrow and cone-flower! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asteraceae
The shop opens at 11am! 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 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. 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. 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 begin the letting go process. Phase ends at the Dark of the Moon on 7/6 at 12:14pm.
During dawn this morning and Saturday morning, look low in the east-northeast for the waning Moon. It guides your way to Mars, Jupiter, Aldebaran, and Beta Tauri. Binoculars will help.
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.).
Celtic Tree month of Tinne/Holly – Jul 8 – Aug 4 – Energy and guidance for problems to come.
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
F 5 Low 5:53 AM -0.4 5:38 AM Rise 3:44 AM 10
~ 5 High 12:25 PM 5.6 9:03 PM Set 7:01 PM
~ 5 Low 5:31 PM 2.8
~ 5 High 11:23 PM 7.5
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Many a man never fails because he never tries.
~ A Warrior doesn’t wish for a “Golden Age” or sit about endlessly dreaming of an unattainable future. The Warrior creates their reality. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ Accept the challenges so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory. – George S. Patton
~ Actors are one family over the entire world. – Eleanor Roosevelt (1884-1962) US first lady
~ The ego is a prison you have built around yourself, and now it holds you captive within its walls. – Deepak Chopra
It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean. Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill. – Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
Magick – Lughnasadh Recipes
– 6-8 servings
8 fresh medium size tomatoes tortilla chips
handful of fresh cilantro shredded cheddar cheese
½ of a large fresh onion canned, chopped black olives
Can kidney beans, drained sour cream
Can corn, drained
3 Spring onions
Large bowl, cutting board and knife, mixing spoon, serving bowls
- Dice tomatoes and dump into bowl.
- Chop cilantro, onion and spring onion. Put into bowl.
- Add beans, corn and salt.
- Mix well.
- Refrigerate for an hour to blend flavors.
- Put each ingredient on the right in a separate bowl or a divided dish.
- Put dishes in the middle of table and have at it!
SAUTEED BABY ZUCCHINI WITH SQUASH BLOSSOMS AND LEMON BASIL Remember squash blossoms are extremely perishable; it’s best to use them the day you buy them.
3 tablespoons butter, divided
1 pound baby zucchini, halved lengthwise, each half cut lengthwise into 3 wedges
1 1/2 teaspoons chopped fresh lemon basil or regular basil
Fleur de sel (fine French sea salt)
18 zucchini squash blossoms, (Available at farmers’ markets and some specialty foods stores.)
Melt 1 tablespoon butter in heavy large nonstick skillet over medium heat.
Add zucchini; sauté until crisp-tender, about 2 minutes. Stir in basil. Season with fleur de sel. Transfer to plate.
Melt remaining 2 tablespoons butter in skillet. Add squash blossoms and cook until barely wilted and still bright orange, about 2 seconds per side. Arrange atop zucchini and serve.
Market tip: Buy a small pot of lemon basil at a nursery if it’s not available at farmers’ markets.
Makes 6 servings.
1 yellow squash (peeled)
1 zucchini (peeled)
1 Carrot (peeled)
3 Serrano chiles
1 tablespoon rice vinegar
1 Clove garlic
1/2 red onion
1 tablespoon marjoram
4 tsp olive oil
1 tablespoon Sugar
- Finely dice all
- Mix in large bowl
- Let sit for an hour before serving
Pulled Pork Sliders – Kate Mathis – Provided by: Taste Editors fromhttp://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/27/pulled-pork-sliders_n_1061216.html
1 hr 30 mins total
These delicious sliders are good to make when you want to serve something a bit more substantial then appetizers for a party. You’ll need time for the pork to marinate in a dry rub—overnight is best—and time for slow cooking, so plan ahead. For the barbecue sauce, you can make your own, or use your favorite commercial brand. Many barbecue lovers feel that beer goes best with barbecue, but slightly chilled rioja or Barbera taste might fine with pulled pork, too.
Recipe from Wine Bites by Barbara Scott-Goodman/Chronicle Books, 2011.
- 1 pork roast (3 to 4 lb), preferably pork shoulder or Boston butt
- 1 tbsp olive oil
- DRY RUB:
- 3 tbsp paprika
- 1 tbsp kosher salt
- 1 tbsp granulated sugar
- 1 tbsp brown sugar
- 1 tbsp ground cumin
- 1 tbsp chili powder
- 1 tsp cayenne pepper
- freshly ground pepper
- BARBECUE SAUCE:
- 1 tbsp corn oil
- 1 small yellow onion, finely chopped
- 2 cloves garlic, thinly sliced
- 1 1/2 cups tomato sauce
- 3/4 cup cider vinegar
- 1/2 cup firmly packed brown sugar
- 2 tbsp chili powder
- 1 tbsp Dijon mustard
- dash of hot-pepper sauce
- 16 slider rolls or 8 hamburger rolls, split
- Pat the pork dry and brush with the olive oil.
- To make the dry rub, in a small bowl, stir together the paprika, salt, sugars, cumin, chili powder, cayenne, and black pepper to taste. Rub the dry rub all over the pork, wrap in plastic wrap, and let marinate in the refrigerator for at least 4 hours or up to overnight.
- Preheat the oven to 300°F/150°C/gas 2. Put the pork on a rack in a large roasting pan/tray and roast until an instant-read thermometer registers 170°F/80°C, about 6 hours.
- To make the barbecue sauce: Heat the oil in a saucepan over medium heat. Add the onion and garlic and sauté until softened and golden, about 5 minutes. Add the ketchup/tomato sauce, vinegar, brown sugar/demerara sugar, chili powder, mustard, and hot-pepper sauce and stir to mix well. Simmer gently, stirring occasionally, until the sauce thickens and the flavors blend, 20 to 25 minutes. Taste and adjust the seasoning, if necessary.
- Remove the pork roast from the oven and transfer to a cutting board or large platter. Tent loosely with aluminum foil and let rest for 15 to 20 minutes. “Pull” the pork apart with 2 forks to form shreds and transfer to a large bowl. Add the sauce to the shredded pork.
- To serve, spoon the pulled pork onto the bottom halves of the slider or hamburger rolls, dividing it evenly. Replace the tops of the buns; if using regular hamburger rolls, cut each sandwich in half. Serve at once.
Someone once asked me, “if you could be any person in the world, who would it be?” To which I responded without hesitation, “my eleven-year-old son.”
My boy’s life is one where the less pleasant elements of reality rarely intrude. His eyes unfocused, his mouth emitting sound effects, he drifts around in serene oblivion, almost never concerned about anything.
Last Saturday, I interrupted his reverie and asked him to check to see if the mail had arrived. He responded agreeably enough, though it took several reminders before he actually was out the door. I went to the window to observe his progress. He made a strong start, striding purposefully toward the mailbox at the end of our driveway. Then something caught his eye and he stopped, frowning. He bent over and picked it up: a stick. It fit into his hand like a Colt pistol, and he swiveled, eyeing the trees for enemies. He spotted a couple and dove for cover, firing as he rolled. Airplanes swooped down and he switched to ground-to-air mode, jubilating when the missiles hit their targets. He spoke into his radio and did something to his forehead, probably putting on his night vision goggles. I lost sight of him as he snaked around the corner of the house.
Half an hour later, he tromped in, exuberant over his military victory. I stopped him in the hallway. “Did you get the mail?”
He stared at me blankly, and I wondered whether he even knew who I was. “You were going out to get the mail,” I reminded him.
His focus cleared. “Oh, yeah.”
“Did you get it?”
His expression indicated he wasn’t sure.
“Why don’t you try again,” I suggested.
Back out the door. I winced as he glanced at a tree branch, but he didn’t appear tempted. His eyes acquired radar lock on the mailbox, and I sighed in relief.
Lying next to the mailbox was a football which had drifted there at the end of a neighborhood game a few weeks ago. He scooped the ball up in his arms and swerved, dodging tackles. Touchdown! I put my hands on my hips and watched him toss the ball into the air, calling for a fair catch. First down. He took the ball, fading back, out of the pocket and in trouble. I shook my head as I was treated to the spectacle of my son sacking himself for an eight-yard loss. He jumped up and shook his finger, urging his blockers to stop the blitz. They seemed to heed his admonitions 3/4 on the next play he rolled left and threw right, a fantastic pass which found him wide open thirty yards downfield. He trotted into the end zone and gave the crowd a mile-high salute.
When I checked back at half-time to see who was winning, mankind was on the brink. The football was jammed up inside his shirt, and he was struggling forward on his knees, looking like a soldier crawling through the desert. He had pulled the lawn mower out of the garage, and as he fell toward it, gasping, he pulled the sacred pigskin from his shirt and, with the last reserves of his strength, touched it to the engine. He died, but civilization was saved by his heroic efforts.
No word on whether, with this triumph, mail would be delivered.
I met him at the door, pierced through his fog, and asked him to get the mail. He agreed in such as fashion as to indicate this was the first he’d heard of the subject. There was a skip in his step as he headed down the driveway, and he was making so much progress so quickly I felt my hopes growing, particularly when he reached out and actually touched the mailbox.
Alas, he was only stopping to talk to it. Conferring in low tones, he nodded, squinting into the distance. He raised the mail flag, igniting the retrorockets strapped to his back. He throttled to full power, then dropped the flag, firing off into space with his arms outstretched like Superman.
He was nowhere in sight when, half an hour later, I went out to get the mail.