Workshops today! Herbs at 11am (lavendar wax), Crystals at Noon (starting the aventurines) and Sewing at 3pm (BYOP).
I’m going to have to get another picture of the artichoke. That’s pretty amazing. I keep thinking that it’s going to be ready to harvest and eat and still… not yet!
Things went sideways yesterday. I’m back on a medication that causes sleep disturbances, dry mouth and jitteriness and the first day is always the worst, so I didn’t get a lot of sleep Thursday night. Tempus let me stay home and try to get rid of the worst of the reaction. To treat the dry mouth I have to drink a lot of water…. and doing the potty dance in front of customers is embarrassing, too. 🙂 So I worked on articles (Stinging Nettle, below!) and web updates most of the day while he was working with sorting the shop out again/still.
I did manage a new blog post on the needlebooks and finally got it to post with the correct spacing. http://mabscreations.wordpress.com/
In the mid-afternoon I finally got a picture of what I love about my bathroom. I know, that sounds kind of silly! This time of year, though, the plants and the mirrors above the tub are a great combo. I love the light falling through the skylight, whether it’s moon or sun and when it’s falling on water in the tub, the whole room sparkles and shimmers.
Tempus had a lot of customers late in the day, so headed home around 9:30. He made us a salad and then went thud while I kept on working on a Mab’s blog post and then on financial records that had gotten messed up with the computer crash.
Today being Saturday, we have a number of workshops going, and there‘s always cleaning/dusting/watering/rearranging. I’m also hoping to give Tempus some time in back to start shifting more things out of the way, since one “epoch” of sorting is finished. I still have a number of books to check in and there is still that amulet display that I have to get re-worked.
Today’s Feast is in honor of the birthday of John Dee, Renaissance mathematician and mage. He was Queen Elizabeth I’s personal astrologer, among many high-placed and well-remembered friends, but in magickal circles, he is most known for his studies with Edward Kelley and the Enochian language that came out of that. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Dee
Today’s Plant is Stinging Nettle, Urtica Dioica, otherwise known as, “Ouch!!!!” Grab a handful of this plant and you will know it. There are lots of hollow “hairs” on this plant that act like tiny hypodermics, injecting histamine, among other stinging chemicals. There’s even a name for a type of allergic reaction called, “nettlerash”, that picked up the word for the characteristic pattern of itchy bumps. This plant has been used for food, medicine, fabric and magic for millenia. It is used as a pot herb and is one of the vegetables with the highest protein content. If you soak it in water or cook it the stings go away. In medicine it has traditionally been used to treat arthritis, dandruff and lack of milk in a nursing mother and there are a number of more modern medical uses. The fibers are suitable for making fabric and a related species has been used for over 6000 years to make a silky-looking textile called ramie, even though the processing takes a lot of effort. They are even used to make beer and cordials! – Masculine, Mars, Fire, Thor – Exorcism – for getting rid of nasty-minded Fae, plant nettles around your garden and barn. Protection – nettles in a pocket will keep a person safe from lightning and bestow courage. Nettles kept in a room will protect anyone inside. Lust – Nettles are reputed to enhance fertility in men and nettle tea is an aphrodisiac. Healing – fever can be dispelled by plucking a nettle up by its roots while reciting the names of the sick person and family. …and shirts made of fabric spun and woven from nettles feature as a girl’s quest tale in the Twelve Wild Swans.
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 Diana’s Bow moving to a Waxing Crescent at 12:14pm. 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 7/22 at 11:16am. Diana’s Bow – On the 3rd day after the new moon you can (weather permitting) see the tiny crescent in the sky, the New Moon holding the Old Moon in her arms. Begin on your goals for the next month. A good time for job interviews or starting a project. Take a concrete step! God/dess aspect: Daughter/Son/Innocence Associated God/dess: Vesta, Horus. Phase ends on 6/13 at 12:14pm. 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 at the Waxing Quarter on 7/15 at 8:18pm.
This is the time of year Summery Scorpius struts in the south right after dark. Now is the time (before the Moon grows bright) to explore its Milky-Way-rich southern part, full of bright deep-sky objects. The bright upper-right (northern) part of Scorpius includes orange Antares and, to Antares’s right, Delta Scorpii, a star that 13 years ago doubled in brightness and still rivals Antares for attention.
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
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 Runic half-month of Uruz/ Ur, 7/14-28 According to Pennick Ur represents primal strength, a time of collective action. A good time for beginnings! Pennick, Nigel, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992
©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Tinne Holly Jul 8 – Aug 4 – Tinne – (CHIN-yuh), holly – The holly (Ilex aquifolium L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (35 feet) in open woodlands and along clearings in forests. Hollies are evergreen, and stand out in winter among the bare branches of the deciduous forest trees that surround them. Hollies form red berries before Samhain which last until the birds finish eating them, often after Imbolc. The typical “holly leaf” is found on smaller plants, but toward the tops of taller plants the leaves have fewer spiny teeth. Hollies are members of the Holly family (Aquifoliaceae). The common holly is often cultivated in North America, as are hybrids between it and Asiatic holly species. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holly
Tinne – Holly Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Dark Grey
Meaning: Energy and guidance for problems to come
to study this month – Ioho – Yew – Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Dark Green
Letter: I, J, Y
Meaning: Complete change in life-direction or attitude. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taxus_brevifolia
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Sa 13 High 3:53 AM 6.3 5:45 AM Rise 11:21 AM 18
13 Low 10:25 AM 0.2 8:59 PM Set 11:27 PM
13 High 4:59 PM 6.8
13 Low 11:08 PM 1.8
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I choose to Love and Enjoy My Self.
~ If time heals all wounds, how come belly buttons stay the same? – Sylvia McGuire
~ If we keep an open mind, too much is likely to fall into it. – Natalie Clifford Barney (1876-1972) US writer
~ If you are not criticized, you may not be doing much. – Sophia Gibson
~ If you choose not to decide, you still have made a Choice. – Neil Peart
My heart is winged and dancing
But my body is fastened to this chair
I am afraid to live, afraid to love you;
And all the while, you’re unaware.
But I am reaching out to Goddess
No longer held motionless in trance;
I touch your face, I kiss your sweet lips
And now my heart begins to dance. – © Copyright 1/10/08 Beth Clare Johnson (Mystic Raven)
1 recipe Cheddar Cheese Bread
1/2 recipe Banana Bread
1/2 recipe Apple Bread, minus the recipe’s suggested topping
1 recipe Cornbread
Bake each of these loaves, or any combination you prefer. (These have been chosen for this harvest recipe because they use bananas, corn, apples, and cheese, which are to some extent traditional foods for the harvest holidays.) Cut into strips or blocks that are easy finger-food size, and arrange in a basket–and take to a gathering or picnic! Bring sweet butter and honey!
When bringing this bread to a location where it will be in open air for more than a couple hours, it’s better to use a container that can be sealed! This container has a fitted lid.
NOTE: If you’re not such a masochist as to bake four loaves of bread on the same day, try getting into the holiday spirit by making a partial-week project out of it. I suggest baking the breads in this order: First banana bread, then apple, then cheese, then cornbread. Banana bread keeps the longest and stays moist for quite a long time without having to even be refrigerated. Apple bread stays good a long time too, but slowly becomes more mushy and less fluffy–try not to make this more than two days in advance of the date you’ll need it. Cheese bread, because it does have cheese, will spoil earlier–you’ll want this in an airtight container. And cornbread should be made a day in advance at the most for best freshness. Also, the cheese bread is the only one that requires rising time. The others are either flat breads (cornbread) or they do their necessary rising with the help of baking soda.
Banana bread and apple bread are very moist while cornbread and cheddar bread are drier breads, so keep this in mind when storing them in a shared container! A moist bread will “sog out” a dry bread and make it inedible if you don’t wrap them.
Baking bread is a wonderful harvest activity to put you in the mood for the season, so don’t be freaked by this recipe’s scope–give it a try!
Yield: 8-10 servings
Source: A combination! Use for: Lughnasadh, Mabon
Cheddar Cheese Bread
1 tablespoon active dry yeast
1 cup lukewarm milk (about 100ºF)
2 tablespoons butter
Just under 4 cups of flour–use until desired consistency
2 teaspoons salt
3 1/2 ounces mature cheddar cheese, grated
Combine the yeast and the milk and then stir, leaving for 15 minutes to dissolve. Meanwhile, melt the butter and let it cool. When it’s cool and the yeast is dissolved, add the butter to the yeast mix. Take out another bowl and combine the flour and the salt. Make a well in the middle of the dry mix and pour in the wet mix. (I suggest using three cups of flour and mix the salt into that, and then make the well, pour the wet in, and add more flour as needed. Add the flour until it’s a rough dough of a consistency that is easily kneaded.) Knead the bread dough on a floured surface until it’s smooth and elastic. Return the dough to the bowl, cover it with a towel, and let it rise in a warm spot until doubled, which will take anywhere from 2 to 3 hours.
Grease a 9 x 5 inch bread tin. Punch the dough down and knead in the last ingredient: The cheese. Knead it for a while to make sure that the cheese is distributed evenly throughout. Pick up the dough and twist it in the middle, curling the ends in also so that it will fit in the bread tin. Leave it in the warm spot again until the dough rises above the rim of the tin (45 minutes to an hour). Preheat the oven to 400º F, then bake the bread for 15 minutes. Lower the heat to 375º F and bake 15 to 30 minutes longer, until the bread can be turned out of the tin onto a rack and sounds hollow when tapped on the bottom. Wait until cool before cutting.
NOTE: The original recipe was in a British book, so the measurements have been translated to American measurements for my easier use.
Yield: 1 loaf
Source: Martha Day, Complete Baking Use for: Lughnasadh, Mabon
1 1/4 cups sugar
1/2 cup (1 stick) margarine or butter, softened
2 large eggs
1 3/4 cup mashed ripe bananas (4-5 medium bananas)
1/2 cup milk
2 teaspoons lemon juice
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 1/2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
Preheat oven to 350ºF. Grease 2 loaf pans. In large bowl, cream the sugar and butter. Add in the eggs. Add bananas, milk, lemon juice, and vanilla, beat until smooth. In small bowl, mix flour, baking soda, and salt. Keep adding flour mix to banana mix. Pour into pans. Bake for 1 hour. Cool for 5 minutes.
Yield: 2 loaves
Source: Wood & Seefeldt, The Wicca Cookbook Use for: Mabon
For the bread:
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup margarine
1/4 teaspoon butter flavoring
1 teaspoon baking soda
4 tablespoons sour milk
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups chopped apples
1/2 cup chopped nuts
For the topping:
2 tablespoons margarine, softened
2 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon burnt sugar flavoring
In a large mixing bowl, cream sugar, margarine, and butter flavor. In a small bowl, mix soda and milk, and stir. Add to the creamed mix. Beat in eggs and vanilla; add flour and salt. Fold in apples and nuts. Pour into a greased and floured 13 x 5 loaf pan. Drop teaspoons of topping over the batter. Bake at 350º F for 50 minutes; cool in pan for 10 minutes and cut into slices to serve.
Notes: First off this is an unusual sized pan; it’s a standard store loaf. Pans this size are hard to come by. You can possibly make a makeshift pan of this type–as I did–by creating a divider in a 13 x 9 baking pan (a lot more standard) and propping it up with small loaf pans to fit inside or some other way of dividing.
Also, I did not use butter flavoring; my milk was not sour; I did not use nuts; and for the topping I did not use “burnt sugar flavoring,” I just used a maple extract. It came out VERY yummy.
Variations: You can use pears instead of apples for a change, and try nutmeg or clove instead of cinnamon for whatever taste you prefer. Also, nuts are not necessary if you don’t like nuts–just put in a little less apple because you don’t have nuts to offset the moisture. You can also half this recipe and bake it in individual 6 x 3 mini loaf tins to get three baby loaves. If you do this, bake for only 30 minutes.
Yield: 1 long loaf
Source: The Eckert Family, Eckert Family Cook Book
3/4 cup flour
3 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 cup milk
1 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups yellow corn meal
2 tablespoons butter, melted
Preheat a greased 9×9 pan in a 425ºF oven for 20-22 minutes. Pour bread mixture into hot pan and place back in oven for 20 minutes. Serve hot with butter or honey.
Yield: 1 large loaf
Source: McCoy, The Sabbats Use for: Lughnasadh, Mabon
Whole Grain Bread
Recipe by Dan & Pauline Campanelli
In a large mixing bowl combine:
2 cups milk (warm to the touch)
2 packages of dry baking yeast
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup honey
1/4 cup dark brown sugar
Cover this mixture and set aside in a warm place until it has doubled (about half an hour).
Add to this mixture:
3 tablespoons softened butter
1 cup of unbleached white flour
Stir until bubbly. Now mix in:
1/2 cup wheat germ
1/2 cup of rolled oats
2 cups stone ground wheat flour
2 tablespoons sesame seed
With floured hands, turn this dough out onto a floured board and gradually knead in more unbleached white flour until the dough is smooth and elastic and no longer sticks to your fingers. Place this dough in a greased bowl, turning it so that the dough is greased. Then cover it with a clean cloth and keep it in a warm place to rise until it is doubled (about an hour).Then punch it down and divide it into two or more elongated loaves, roughly sculpted into mummiform shapes, and placed on greased cookie sheets. Cover these and return them to a warm place until they double again. Bake the loaves in a pre-heated oven at 350 degrees for about an hour, or until they are done and sound hollow when tapped.
(The above recipe for “Whole Grain Bread” is quoted directly from Pauline & Dan Campanelli’s book “Ancient Ways: Reclaiming Pagan Traditions”, page 132-133, Llewellyn Publications, 1991/1992)
From Miss Daney’s Folklore, Magic and Superstitions
Well, it had to happen eventually, though when it came, I wasn’t ready for it. My son, only ten years old–they grow up so quickly, don’t they?– finally approached me and asked, you know, THE QUESTION. He caught me off guard— but then, is a father ever really ready to have his once innocent boy come up to him, eyes solemn and full of trust, and so very bluntly ask, “Dad? Why can’t we ever go camping?”
Normally I handle his requests for information with a very patient and caring, “Ask your mother.” Somehow I know, though, that this is one of those questions only a dad can answer. Summoning up my most erudite expression, I place a warm hand on his shoulder and reply, “My son, camping was made obsolete with the invention of the condominium.”
“But Dad,” he protests, “The Johnson’s camp all the time!”
Johnson! That rat. You know the kind. His Christmas decorations are never up past the middle of January. Every weekend he is out hammering, weeding, mowing, and painting, always whistling as he walks around with the damn list his wife prepared for him, producing such a racket I can barely nap! Johnson, who deviously loads his two boys into his polished truck to go to the woods for days at a time, probably living on nothing but fungus scraped off of bugs or something.
“Johnson is a psychopath,” I say reasonably.
You’d think that would be the end of it, but, as it turns out, my son has already arranged for Johnson’s wife to call my wife and invite the two of us out for a “guy’s weekend” camping with her fruitcake husband.
“I had already planned a guy’s weekend!” I protest.
“Doing what, sitting on the couch watching baseball?” my wife demands.
“Which is played by GUYS,” I shout in exasperation. Is this so difficult to understand?
“Your son will be heartbroken if you don’t go,” she advises me in a tone that lets me know she has exercised the Emergency Powers clause in our family Constitution which allows her to veto just about everything I do except use the bathroom. Faced with this, I take the only manly course available.
“Son, I know you want to go camping,” I say. “How about instead I buy you a computer game.”
“I want to go camping!”
“I’ll buy you a Corvette.”
The following Saturday my son yanks me out of bed so early my alarm clock stares at me in amazement. I shuffle over in the dark to Johnson’s truck, which is gleaming like a chariot from hell. “This is going to be great, Bruce!” Johnson trumpets, scurrying around securing grommets or something.
“Shut up, Fred,” I snarl.
He frowns. “My name’s Doug.”
We drive for hours—why are there roads out so far? Doesn’t the government know when they build the things that the miles of flat pavement will just lure sick individuals like Fred to drop their window washers and steer their trucks toward the horizon? “Guess where we are!” Johnson hoots at me.
I peer out the window. “Nicaragua?”
“The National Forest, everybody! Isn’t it beautiful?”
“No Fred,” I tell him. “A Burger King is beautiful. My television is beautiful.” At that moment I miss my VCR so much my throat catches in a half sob. “This is the jungle. Animals live here.”
He frowns. “My name’s Doug.”
The beautiful National Forest in which we find ourselves was clearly designed for thinner people. The trees are so tightly packed together I can barely squeeze between them. We haven’t gone five minutes and I’ve slipped over a rock and fallen in thick mud. “Oh my God, quicksand!” I gasp. “Help me Fred!”
My son leans over to take a picture of me sinking to my death. “You’re fine,” Johnson claims. “Hey, what kind of shoes are those? Loafers? You wore loafers to hike in?”
“No, I wore loafers to CAMP in,” I point out. “Nobody said anything about hiking. Why couldn’t we have stayed by the car?”
“That was a parking lot.”
“And wouldn’t you agree that a parking lot is a perfect place for LOAFERS,” I snap, deftly demolishing his argument.
They pull me out of the swamp’s deadly clutches and we move on, everyone stubbornly ignoring my pathetic limp which if they’d had a shred of humanity would have brought tears to their eyes. I can tell already that this camping trip is going to give me post traumatic stress disorder. “This pack is getting heavy,” I warn. Nobody replies, they are frozen into a hypnotic state by the endless plodding through the wilderness. Isn’t this how lemmings got started? “I may have to drop it!” I wheeze.
“Don’t you dare drop it,” Fred snaps, finally appearing a little flustered. “Why, are you afraid it might damage the piano you’ve packed in here?” I sneer, giving my son a “see what kind of jerks we’re with?” look. I hate for him to witness how petty people can be sometimes.
We trek, I don’t know, maybe fifty or six hundred miles into the woods, going places not seen since the time of Jerry Lewis and Dick Clark. My son keeps grinning, afflicted by hiking induced dementia. Predatory trees, man eaters, are reaching out and slashing at my arms, and when I finally make the manly suggestion that we stop and have a beer, Johnson reveals his sick sense of humor and pretends we didn’t bring any. Like you can have a “guy’s weekend” without beer.
“We’re here!” He announces, gesturing to a dirty smudge on the ground.
I stare in bewilderment. “This is it? This is the campsite?”
“Sure,” Johnson replies. “What were you expecting?”
“Well, showers, for one thing,” I retort.
“Ha ha,” Johnson says, “you’re going to love this, Bruce.”
“Ha ha, Fred, the only part I love is that we’ve finally ended the death march portion of the program. Give me the flare gun, I’m going to summon the rangers. We’re obviously lost.”
“I was here just last weekend!” He protests. “See! You’re wandering in circles.”
Only the look on my son’s face persuades me that I’m actually going to spend the night in this place, so, with a sigh, I set down my pack and go over to help Johnson set up the tent. It smells like the sheets from an elephant’s bed. The struts are made of battered aluminum, the fabric is made of mildew. Once it is erect, I peer inside and realize the only way we’re all going to fit is if I sleep on top of Fred. The boys have stripped down to their shorts and are splashing around in the small stream so they’ll be sufficiently muddy when it’s time for bed. Insects circle my face like people gathering around a buffet.
Wiener dogs and beans for dinner!” Fred announces in a tone which indicates that flatulence gives him jubilation.
It’s going to be an interesting night.