It’s only 55F at the moment, still cloudy, but the clouds are supposed to vanish before noon and to be completely clear all the rest of the day.
I settled in to working on checking in books. We’ve got a lot more in the history section and the miscellaneous than we had and the buck-a-book shelves are getting pretty full. Tempus is going to put some of the overflow up where we can’t reach them, but there’s room….
Pretty quickly we got busy enough that I had to stop that until very late in the afternoon. Diana brought our order from Valley-Coast Connection and stopped to chat. A couple of other locals ran in and out and a new-to-the-area by the name of Claire stopped in and we talked for a couple of hours, during which Rowan was running in and out… I think working on ads for OCPPG.
I did spend a little while embroidering and Tempus cleared out the area that we’re tucking the rollies into and then we got the classroom “do-able” for today, although we’re more to shift so that there’s room for Sunday.
I also managed to finish sorting most of the beads that I’ve been working on, enough that I’m getting drawers put away, although the bugles and seeds still need to be separated. I need to shake out the cloth from the reading table, too, but I never got back to it.
It was late enough by then that we went across the street to the China Restaurant and had a yummy dinner. We started with crab puffs and then I had mu shu chicken and Tempus had a combo that featured szechuan beef. We’ve got enough left over for today’s lunch.
Today is workshops and then more of the sorting/checking in.
In 1969 on this day the first moon landing was made. “”Contact light!” Three seconds later, Eagle landed and Armstrong said “Shutdown.” Aldrin immediately said “Okay, engine stop. ACA – out of detent.” Armstrong acknowledged “Out of detent. Auto” and Aldrin continued “Mode control – both auto. Descent engine command override off. Engine arm – off. 413 is in.” Charles Duke, acting as CAPCOM during the landing phase, acknowledged their landing by saying “We copy you down, Eagle.” Armstrong acknowledged Aldrin’s completion of the post landing checklist with “Engine arm is off.” before responding to Duke with the words, “Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.” Armstrong’s change of call sign from “Eagle” to “Tranquility Base” confirmed that landing was complete and successful, and Duke mispronounced his reply as he expressed the relief at Mission Control: “Roger, Twan– Tranquility, we copy you on the ground. You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue. We’re breathing again. Thanks a lot.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollo_11
Today’s plant is Red Huckleberry, Vaccinium parvifolium, which grows mostly at low to middle elevations in soil enriched by decaying wood and on rotten logs, all over the coast range. It is a deciduous shrub growing to 13 ft tall with a small, edible red to blue-black berry. The local peoples ate, dried, stewed and made sauces from this berry which was one of their staple foods. The bark is a cold remedy. The leaves make a good tea. I make jam of the berries, which also make a tasty tea. Both berries and leaves are good for sore throats, aching teeth and inflamed gums. It’s sometimes used as an ornamental, but it doesn’t take well to getting the roots disturbed. –Feminine, Venus, Water – Carry for luck, health (especially teeth/throat), to keep away evil and break hexes, Burn to make dreams come true. Dried berries can be used for prosperity magicks. More info and links here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaccinium_parvifolium
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Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar –
The Moon is Waxing Gibbous moving to Full at 11:16pm. 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. 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. Phase ends on 7/20 at 11:16pm. Full Moon – The day of the day before and day after the true Full Moon. “And better it be when the moon is full!”! Prime time for rituals for prophecy, for spells to come to fruition, infusing health and wholeness, etc. A good time for invoking deity. FRUITION Manifesting goals, nurturing, passion, healing, strength, power. Workings on this day are for protection, divination. “extra power”, job hunting, healing serious conditions Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. God/dess Aspect: Mother/Abundance/Kingship – Associated God/desses: Danu, Cerridwen, Gaia, Aphrodite, Isis, Jupiter, Amon-Ra. Phase ends on 7/23 at 11:16pm.
Look upper left of the Moon after dusk, by roughly three fists at arm’s length, for Altair, the bright eye of Aquila the Eagle. Less far to the Moon’s right is Antares, the fiery heart of Scorpius.
Mars emerges from behind the Sun in the morning sky, passing close to Messier 35 on July 16 and 17, and Jupiter on July 22. It will be many months before Mars will be close enough to reveal any detail in amateur telescopes.
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 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 20 Low 5:21 AM -1.2 5:51 AM Set 3:37 AM 87
~ 20 High 11:50 AM 6.0 8:54 PM Rise 7:02 PM
~ 20 Low 5:03 PM 2.3
~ 20 High 11:03 PM 8.6
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Creator, you are mastery, help me to see mastery in a way that I can understand.
~ A man who studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green. – Francis Bacon
~ If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be “meetings.” – Dave Barry
~ A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him. – David Brinkley
~ All my humor is based upon destruction and despair. If the whole world were tranquil, without disease and violence, I’d be standing on the breadline right in back of J. Edgar Hoover. – Lenny Bruce (1925-1966) US comic
ESCAPE OF THE SOUL
My soul hid.
It quietly, gently
Just to sleep
For a while,
Escape from pain
Into a world of dreams.
A slow withdrawal,
My body is still there.
Part of the spirit
Will rise and greet the day,
And part has gone. – ©2005 Beth Johnson
The summer clouds are beautiful,
yes they are. Yes, they are.
The summer clouds are like flowers,
yes they are. Yes, they are.
The clouds blossom in the sky,
yes they do. Yes, they do.
The blossoming clouds are coming here,
yes they are. Yes, they are. ~ Zuni “Song of the Blue Corn Dance”
Summer is, indeed, a beautiful season. Yet it is also a busy one. Vacations, social engagements, outdoor concerts, and the usual press of work and laundry and errands and….
Summer whirls by. It is July already, when May seems to have been yesterday. How can we enjoy our lives when they are led at such a pace? What will you remember of this summer? If you are too tired to watch a firefly on a sultry night, too busy to notice that a favorite flower has bloomed, too much in transit to enjoy conversation with a friend – what will you have to hold, to treasure, in winters to come?
For we cannot savor what we rush through. Let some things slide this summer. Don’t worry about them.
You will never remember if you did the laundry and you will never forget the fragrance of new roses. – By Patricia Monaghan ~ From “The Goddess Companion”
This is the third and final installment in a gruesome story of punishment inflicted on me by my conniving wife and family, wherein I find myself stuck in the jungle with my psycho, hedge-clipping neighbor Fred, his two genetic-throwback children, and my own son. The ordeal is called “camping” in a lame attempt to fool the unwary.
I warn you the whole sordid tale is so full of unfairness you may find yourself sobbing out loud. At this point in the narrative, I have proven myself hardy and brave in the face of nearly insurmountable challenge (there is no television), but now I’m in mortal danger, facing a fierce man-eating bear outside the tent.
I must admit I am somewhat ignorant in the matter of bears. They must originally come from somewhere up around Chicago, I suppose, and I know from having been to the circus that some of them are smart enough to ride bicycles. Now I curse my lack of education, for as I swing my flashlight around and catch the fierce creature facing me in the feeble beam, its eyes glow with a luminescent red that I find as perplexing as it is terrifying. Could this be a sign of anger? Demonic possession? Even more bizarre, its eyes glow only when I fix it in the shaft of light from the flashlight.
No sign of a bicycle anywhere–great, I’ve got one of the stupid ones. He stares at me, his furry face as horrifying to look upon as Mick Jagger’s. Most ominous is his silence–I’ve read somewhere that a barking bear is much less likely to attack than a quiet one. I try to remember what to do: stop, drop, and roll? Make a sound like a bear trap? Other than my honeymoon, I have never been this frightened in my life.
“Fred!” I hiss. I glance at the tent, where my son lies sleeping, sprawled among the Johnsons. The walls are so infected with mildew, mold, and gangrene that I am pretty sure the bear can’t smell them. “Fred!” I shout more loudly.
“What?” Fred answers irritably. “I said we didn’t have any beer.”
“There’s a bear out here! Get your gun!” I whisper urgently.
“A bear?” he demands incredulously. There is a flurry of sound from within the tent, the boys whispering excitedly.
“You getting your gun?” I plead.
“I don’t have a gun. I’m getting my camera,” Fred responds.
“Fred! Would you listen to me? He looks like he is going to attack!” Well, actually, the bear has now turned its attention to the cooler and is sniffing at the lid, probably unable to believe that all we brought is beans and hot dogs. But I’m afraid that once I move I’ll become Bruce Mignon.
“Okay, okay, let’s be calm. Everything is going to be all right,” Fred says softly.
“Why are you talking like a psychotherapist? I need help!”
“All you have to do is work your way over to a tree and climb it,” Fred assures me. “You’ll be safe there.”
I look over at the trees, none of which appear any friendlier than the bear. “Have you got a ladder?”
“Dad, how big is the bear?” my son asks worriedly.
I don’t want to frighten him. “Big enough to eat all of us,” I answer.
The bear suddenly gives up on the cooler and lifts itself up on its hind legs, holding its nose to the air. The only food within sniffing distance is me, and as it fixes me with a cold, unwinking stare I realize it is getting ready to charge. “Fred, you’d better come up with something fast!” I shriek.
“Okay. Okay. I’m going to distract him and you run for the trees,” Fred blurts. I hear the tent unzip, and the beam from Fred’s flashlight dances out wildly. “Where is it?” he demands.
“There, right there!” The bear is still preparing for his assault. Finally Fred’s beam illuminates it. I get ready to sprint.
“What? That’s not a bear, that’s a raccoon,” Fred sputters.
“Do they eat people?”
“No, they don’t—how could it eat people, the thing is the size of a cat!”
Offended by this unfair comparison, the animal huffs off, disappearing into the undergrowth. There’s a bright flash of light from the direction of the tent. “Did you get a picture of the bear?” I ask my son.
“No, I was getting you standing there in your underwear and black socks,” he tells me.
“I can’t believe you don’t know the difference between a raccoon and a bear,” Fred seethes.
“I think what’s more important is that you left the cooler out,” I respond archly. “We’re just fortunate that I discovered your oversight before a fleet of wild raccoons, more dangerous than any bear, descended out of the night like locusts and stripped us to the bones.”
“Cool,” the kids breathe.
It’s a lesson they’ll never forget.