It’s overcast at 200 feet again, with the fog hanging just in the tops of the trees and 54F. There’s an old joke about Oregon that a girl wrote to her father after she moved to the coast, “Dad, you’ve got to move out here! There’s no winter!” Later that year she wrote to him, “Dad, don’t bother moving out here, there’s no summer, either.” 🙂 That seems to be this summer. There hasn’t been a week, even yet, where I haven’t turned on the study heater, even though we turned off the house heat in early May.
Yesterday passed in a haze for me. I had gotten little sleep Saturday night, and I’m not sure why. We had a dozen of the Angell Jobs Corps students in, and both Brea and I talked about ethics, although we finished up with some history about Wicca.
No one was in for the Lavendar Sachet workshop, although about a dozen people had planned on it. Not sure what happened there. It’s ok, we were awfully busy. We had a number of folks stop by that I only see on Pathways weekend, a family from LA, another from Germany and a lot more! There was also one, “glump” of folks that came in from the Beloved Festival that happens in Tidewater.
I got some embroidery in as it slowed down in the late afternoon and finished another design. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
In between working with customers I also got 2 new caftans up and 4 new altar cloths. I have the stuff to make at least two more caftans and Tempus is going to try to get the new flag strings up this morning. Iow, we got the Karuna Arts order.
I’ll be at the shop today and Tempus will be for the early hour or two. Nothing special is planned, but I want to get the class table cleared so I can finish the OCPPG schedule. ….which is several layers down, taped to the tabletop!
Well… with computer crash and migraine, I’m running way behind schedule. I lost most of two weeks!The main parts of the handbook are up here: https://ancientlightshop.wordpress.com/oregon-coast-pan-pagan-gathering-2012/ but I haven’t finished formatting. I’ve still room on the ad pages, but I’ll be working on that tomorrow and Wednesday. This next couple of days is your absolute last chance to place an ad and they run from $1 up to $20. (Full page ads are going to be hard to find space for at this point.)
I’m also putting the raffle/fundraiser together and that is supposed to start during Labor Day weekend. Right now we have a necklace, a wand and a couple of prints in the stash and the promise of a couple more. We raffle things from very small up to fairly large. Do you have anything to donate?
There are still more of the fundraiser designs up on Cafe Press, like the journal at the left. Most of them give $3 to the event funds.
…and all of my e-mail addresses and programs seem to be working again! So, back to work with a happy howl….
Today’s Feast is Waffle Day. An actual “feast” for once? 🙂 Did you know that they go back to the Middle Ages and derive from communion wafers? I had no idea! Waffles, as we know them, go back to the early 1500’s, and there is a bewildering variety. I also didn’t know that Belgian waffles are not from Belgium. They were invented at a World’s Fair in the US and were called “Bel-Gem” waffles! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle
Today’s plant is Evergreen huckleberry, Vaccinium ovatum, a small shrub that is native to the PNW. We’re starting to see berries on our bushes! 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
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 Dark. 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. 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. Phase ends on 8/5 at 2:51pm. 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 work on the letting go process. Release the old, removing unwanted negative energies, addictions, or illness. Do physical and psychic cleansings. Good for wisdom & psychic ability. Goddess Aspect: Crone Associated God/desses: Callieach, Banshee, Hecate, Baba Yaga, Ereshkigal, Thoth. Phase ends on 8/5 at 2:51am. Dark of the Moon, End of the cycle – In the time leading up to the “New Moon” you may do banishings and other baneful magicks and healings that require blasting a disease away, as well as using the time for introspection and self-work. Do scrying, now. Good for reversing circumstances God/dess Aspect: The One Beyond, the Watchers in the Dark, psychopomps. Associated God/desses: Hecate, Kali, Arianhrod, Anja, Kore in the Underworld, Ereshkigal who was Inanna, Set/Seth, Hades, Osiris . Phase ends on 8/8 at 2:51am.
The little constellation Scutum, off the tail of Aquila, is faint to the naked eye but important for its super-rich Milky Way field and its deep-sky objects. See Fred Schaaf’s “The Shield of King Sobieski” in the August Sky & Telescope, page 47. http://www.nxtbook.com/nxtbooks/newtrack/st_201308/
Mercury was at its greatest elongation west of the Sun on July 30, so will be well placed for observation just before sunrise in the eastern sky for observers in the Northern Hemisphere for the first half of August.
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
Goddess Month of Hesperus runs from 8/9 – 9/5
Celtic Tree month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1 – Coll – (CULL), hazel
Runic half-month of Thorn, 7/29-8/12 – Northern Tradition honors the god known to the Anglo-Saxons as Thunor and to the Norse as Thor (right). The time of Thorn is one of ascendant powers and orderliness. This day also honors the sainted Norwegian king, Olaf, slain around Lammas Day. Its traditional calendar symbol is an axe.
Harvest 8/3 – 8/5
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Coll/Hazel – Aug 5 – Sep 1 – Coll – (CULL) – The hazel (Corylus avellana L) is the source of hazelnuts. It forms a shrub up to 6 m (20 feet) tall, inhabiting open woodlands and scrubs, hedgerows, and the edges of forests. The filbert nut in North American groceries is Corylus maxima, a related species. The European hazelnut is cultivated in North America, primarily as an ornamental. Hazelnuts are in the Birch family (Betulaceae).
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – World peace will come unnoticed.
~ The heyday of woman’s life is the shady side of fifty. – Elizabeth Stanton (1815-1902) US reformer
~ While it is difficult to make absolute statements about right and wrong or good and evil, it is clear that if we are to progress spiritually there must be some general code of conduct that we can use to help us get started. When this code of conduct is broken, we may feel guilt or remorse and make efforts to amend our actions. – Mark Stavish
~ The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master. – Rabindranath Tagore, Indian Bengali poet
~ The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end. – Leon Trotsky (1879-1940) Russian revolutionary
Who hath desired the Sea? — the sight of salt wind-hounded —
The heave and the halt and the hurl and the crash of the comber win hounded?
The sleek-barrelled swell before storm, grey, foamless, enormous, and growing —
Stark calm on the lap of the Line or the crazy-eyed hurricane blowing —
His Sea in no showing the same his Sea and the same ‘neath each showing:
His Sea as she slackens or thrills?
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen desire their Hills!
Who hath desired the Sea? — the immense and contemptuous surges?
The shudder, the stumble, the swerve, as the star-stabbing bow-sprit emerges?
The orderly clouds of the Trades, the ridged, roaring sapphire thereunder —
Unheralded cliff-haunting flaws and the headsail’s low-volleying thunder —
His Sea in no wonder the same his Sea and the same through each wonder:
His Sea as she rages or stills?
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen desire their Hills.
Who hath desired the Sea? Her menaces swift as her mercies?
The in-rolling walls of the fog and the silver-winged breeze that disperses?
The unstable mined berg going South and the calvings and groans that de clare it —
White water half-guessed overside and the moon breaking timely to bare it —
His Sea as his fathers have dared — his Sea as his children shall dare it:
His Sea as she serves him or kills?
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwisc — hillmen desire their Hills.
Who hath desired the Sea? Her excellent loneliness rather
Than forecourts of kings, and her outermost pits than the streets where men gather
Inland, among dust, under trees — inland where the slayer may slay him —
Inland, out of reach of her arms, and the bosom whereon he must lay him
His Sea from the first that betrayed — at the last that shall never betray him:
His Sea that his being fulfils?
So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise — hillmen desire their Hills. – -Kipling
In Wales, harvest celebrations were not for the weak-stomached. An 18thc account describes a feast of ‘the contents of a brewing pan of beef and mutton, with arage and potatoes and pottage, and pudding of wheaten flour, about twenty gallons of light ale and over twenty gallons of beer.’ After this, the guests were expected to drink more beer and dance to the music of the fiddle. Well, harvesting was very hard work, but for our more sedentary modern lifestyle, here is a low-fat version:
Cawl Cynhaeaf – Harvest Broth
2 1/2lbs. Welsh neck of lamb
1/2lb broad beans
1 medium carrot
1 small turnip
1 small cauliflower
5 sprigs of parsley
1 qt. water
salt and pepper
Remove as much fat as possible from the meat. Place the meat in a large saucepan and cover with the water.Bring to the boil and skim any fat from the surface of the liquid. Shell the peas and beans. Peel and dice the carrot, onion and turnip. Add the vegetables,
except the cauliflower, to the meat. Season. Cover the saucepan and simmer slowly for 3 hours. 30 minutes before serving the broth, cut the cauliflower into sprigs and add to the saucepan. Serve hot decorated with sprigs of parsley. –
From: Country Cookery – Recipes from Wales by Sian Llewellyn.
From Mike – —– Original Message —– – Sent: Friday, September 26, 2003 8:01 PM – Subject: Fwd: FINALLY THE ANSWER! Why Women are Crabby
> >Makes perfect sense to me.
Subject: FINALLY THE ANSWER! Why Women are Crabby] : : : We start to “bud” in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find : anything that comes in contact with those tender, blooming buds : hurts so bad it brings us to tears.
Enter the almighty, uncomfortable training bra contraption the boys in school will snap until we have calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we now bloat, we cramp, we get the hormone crankies, have to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn’t even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) is having sex for the first time which is about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn’t end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it’s off to Motherhood where we learn to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we don’t spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learn to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we’re having Rosemary’s Baby. Our once flat bellies now look like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee our pants every time we sneeze. When the big moment arrives, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions will invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we’ll waddle with our big cartoon feet moaning in pain all the way to the ER. Then it’s huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, “Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push.
Just one more (or 10 ) good push,” warranting a strong, well- deserved impulse to punch the ********(and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it’s time to raise those angels only to find that when all that “cute” wears off, the beautiful little darlings morph into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
The teen years. Need I say more? The kids are almost grown now and we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our mid-30’s to early 40’s while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday (which just happens to be the reason all that early hot man sex got you pregnant in the first place).
Now we hit the grand finale: “The Menopause,” the Grandmother of all womanhood. It’s either take the HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned “buds” or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in October, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life’s cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks…
Now I love being a woman but “Womanhood” would make the Great Ghandi a tad crabby. Women are the “weaker sex”? Yeah right. Bite me.