It’s just sunrise, with a golden light filling a gap in dark cloud off to the east. It 47F and the wind is blowing pretty steadily at 8mph. …now, at 25 minutes after the official sunrise time, the sunlight is peeking through the clouds and over the mountains, shyly creeping into the study. It’s good to be home, with a heater for my cold toes….
The jays are attacking the feeder again and there was a towhee a little while ago. Now, there’s a junco, busily pecking away. I have to ask Tempus to re-fill that….
Can I plead a frozen brain for the mix-up with Thursday’s newsletter? No? Aw, drat…. It really wasn’t that cold, I was just tired, since we’d done a lot that day and it was late….. Oops….
So, yesterday, having slept *really* soundly and gotten up at 9, after being awakened (but only me, not Tempus) at 5am by the couple in the next room hitting the wall with something on their way out, we took our time getting going, showering and coffeeing before packing up and checking out at 10:30. That America’s Best is a nice place. The bed was *huge* and Tempus swears he was hunting all over for me in it. I was enjoying getting to sprawl and not swat him in the process!
We headed right to Thriftway, since we both needed a doughnut fix, plus some munchies. Hey, we’d been in the wilds, right? 🙂 I stayed in the car, still babying my malfunctioning hip, and watched one of their employees stacking the harvest pumpkin display. He was offloading one of those huge cardboard containers of them and when he got to the point where he couldn’t reach them, he simply pulled the cardboard up and off of the remaining ones. Good plan! …..one problem…. One of the largest pumpkins made a break for freedom and ended up 1/2 smashing itself on the bumper of our car! No harm done to us, but the pumpkin was ….. squash…. I don’t believe I just typed that….. The clerk’s horrified expression as he realized the car had been hit was a hoot!
Tempus came out with a bag of sour cream and onion chips and a bag of jalapeno cheddar pretzels, plus a box of a dozen doughnuts, of which there are 3 left, after nibbling all day. They were nice and fresh! After that we rolled on out of Burns and west on 20.
We had been dealing with a moth since Tuesday night. I don’t know if it was local to Rabbit Hills or came with us from home, but it had been driving us nuts, attacking the lamp and the car lights and landing on us in the dark, occasioning much flailing and cussing and it *would* not listen to reason! I thought it had gotten urged out of the car when we were on the way out of the sunstone area. We stopped and I shooed it, but it must have gone into the back of the car, instead of out. So, I was driving when it landed on one of my sleeves. Tempus tried to help it out, but it started flying around and us at highway speeds! It finally landed on my wrist on the window side and I hit the open button on the window, stuck my arm out and away it went. Problem solved….
We rolled through Riley at about 11:20 and past a sign that had us wondering. There are several Experimental Range signs in that vicinity. I also want to look up the Bannock War and the Chickahominy, the first because there’s an historical marker that we didn’t stop for and the other because it’s the name of a reservoir.
We were watching a lot of burn sign all along the highway, even from there well up into the Cascades. There were freshly burned…well, in the last couple of months….areas that were mostly right on the highway. Tossed cigarettes? There were more extensive areas that looked like older burns, maybe from the lightning storms back in August and September. There was a lot more after Sisters, but I’ll talk about that below.
At 11:50 we turned off at Milepost 77 onto Obsidian Road…which isn’t marked. That is the Glass Buttes area. There’s stuff *all* along the road and we have coffee cans full of small stuff and tumbler loads. By next spring we ought to have a good amount of that out for sale, but we’re going to wash up some of the nice pieces and get them out in the next couple of weeks, so watch here for pictures….. We drove quite a way in and then….well, it’s a rough road and a rather low-slung car…. We scraped something. Hit a rock with the underside of the car and actually knocked it out of place! That started worrying me, so we turned around to go back and kinda hung up a couple of times and worried and backed and turned several more and never got off the main drag. So we stopped several times to fill a coffee can or two at various slopes, instead of going to where the “good stuff” is. That will have to wait for another time.
On the way in we had passed a truck and trailer that said, “Inland Kites, Klamath Falls”. On the way back I was too curious so we stopped and talked to the guy, whose name is Roy. He runs that shop in K Falls, but also is a rock nut and gave me some good tips for next time. He’s got a group coming for a “Field Trip” and they’re all going to meet up there. He was camped out a day ahead to scout a few sites. I gave him the incentive to pull out some maps.
There was another RV set up in one of the pull-off camping sites (all primitive) and we waved. There are those pull-off areas all along, some large enough for 5 or 6 RVs or large tents and some would maybe only hold one car and a tent. We’re going to remember that for the next time the Circle wants to have our own “field trip”.
One more time just before we left we stopped to pick up a few more pieces and Tempus also harvested some sagebrush. If it holds until tomorrow afternoon we’ll be making some sage and cedar smudges under our own label. If it doesn’t and is too stiff, we’ll just dry it, as we’ve done before.
We got back onto Rt 20 at about 1:30 and rolled through Hampton and Brothers, finally stopping around 2:15 to “offload bodily fluids” at the rest stop there. The wind was playing overtones on a semi’s pipes while we were there and it sounded like someone practicing “Taps”!
At around 2:40 we stopped at “Prehistoric River Canyon” and I took a picture of the sign so’s to remember it. Apparently there was a river there at one time that drained what is now the Badlands. We tried to stop there a few minutes later, but missed the turn and then hung up again in the rutted turnoff for one of the trailheads!
It was a day for those kinds of things, not only the problems by Glass Butte and this one, but later…..
We stopped in Bend at the Subway at about 3:15, having all kinds of problems getting into the drive-through and then figuring out what we were ordering and getting *that* through to the clerk. …and then I missed the gas station and the turn that 20 makes in the middle of Bend and we drove about 15 miles south and west of the city before figuring out that we were pretty lost and *definitely* in the wrong place!
One thing we hadn’t seen the other day was a llama tethered to a tree outside the Best Western, with what looked like packs and harness draped over the fence next to it…. Makes ya wonder! After all, the Pacific Crest Trail crosses rt 20 just west of Sisters….
For the next bit of the trip we kept marveling over the trees and colors. Birches were golden and two different kinds of maples were scarlet or gold. All of the bracken was gold or pale brown, and all of this against a brilliant green background of what look something like azaleas (gotta look those up!) and the deepest of evergreens. The late afternoon sunlight was reddening which always makes colors intensify and seem to fluoresce.
There are a tremendous number of burned trees in the area west of Sisters. It’s from fires over the last decade or so, but whole hillsides are barren, white, dead trees with deep undergrowth, or burned black and flaking with nothing but grass beneath …or even just carbon….
Mt. Washington was covered with snow and wrapped in cloud. Really ominous looking.
A bit later we went past a place labeled, “Lost Prairie”. Tempus and I were discussing how a prairie could get lost. He said that he could see some guy opening the door to a knock and a prairie standing there saying, “Pardon me, but could you direct me to Oklahoma?”
There were other signs that we saw that we’re going to have to look up. Those were “House Rock Campground/Forest Lamp” (and I’ve been hunting the internet and not finding the Forest Lamp part), and an historical marker for America’s First trans-Continental Road Race.
We changed drivers at 6:10, and stretched awhile since we were both dealing with “car buns”. We strolled over to the river and watched the water tumbling past. A bit after that, at Canyon Creek, there’s a mini-gorge, maybe 30 feet from top to water, but there’s an almost solid block of rock that the river is heading past! It has one horizontal fracture line, but nothing else from road level to the water!
Just before 7pm we were in Lebanon, and after yet another messed-up turnabout we crossed I-5 a few minutes later. We pulled into the A&W there and got ourselves the final treat of our trip, a couple of root beer floats, and an order of cheese fries. I fed Tempus as he drove. It started to rain hard, but again, we were talking the rest of the way home and the time flew by. The topic was literary criticism and how do you teach that, as I recall!
Today, well, I’m going to crawl back into bed in a few minutes and we’re going to finish out our sleep, then head for the shop. I figure we’ll be there before 1pm, because we’re oging to take our time getting ready. but we’re going to be offloading for at least a bit.
General Pulaski Memorial Day, USA – Held annually in honour of General Kazimierz Pułaski (Casimir Pulaski; ‘the father of American cavalry’), a Polish hero of the American Revolution and to honour the heritage of Polish Americans. Pulaski Highway in Baltimore is a major thoroughfare in honor of some cavalry maneuvers during the Revolution. More on this page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_Pulaski_Memorial_Day and on Pulaski’s life here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kazimierz_Pu%C5%82aski
Today’s Plant is farewell-to-spring, Clarkia amoena (godetia; syn. Godetia amoena) is a flowering plant native to western North America, found in coastal hills and mountains from British Columbia south to the San Francisco Bay Area. It is an annual plant growing to 1 m tall, with slender, linear leaves 2–7 cm long and 2–6 mm broad. The flowers are pink to pale purple, with four broad petals 1.5–6 cm long. The fruit is a dry capsule, which splits open when mature to release the numerous seeds. – Masculine, Mercury, Fire – Two very specific magicks for this plant…. Use it in coming-of-age rituals (such as luck on a driver’s test, or graduation or in firstblood/firstseed rituals, and also for fertility/prosperity (the seed capsule)
The shop is going to open a bit late today, but we’ll be there! We got back fairly late last night after putting in at least 8 hours driving and I think it was 9… We’re back to the normal schedule after today. Winter hours are Thursday through Monday, 11am-5pm officially, but we’ll be open until sunset each day, closing a little earlier, until we’re closing at 5pm. If you need to come in later, give us a phone call at 541-563-7154 and we’ll stay open for you!
Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is at the Waxing Quarter. 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 10/18 at 4:38pm. 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.
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.
Friday, Oct. 11, 7:02 p.m. EDT – First Quarter Moon – The First Quarter Moon rises around 2:00 p.m. and sets around 12:30 a.m. It dominates the evening sky, half lit, shining above the pouring Sagittarius Teapot in early evening.
Triple shadow transit on Jupiter. A rare case of three moons — Io, Europa, and Callisto — casting their tiny black shadows onto Jupiter at the same time happens late tonight, from 4:32 to 5:37 Universal Time October 12th (12:32 to 1:37 a.m. Saturday morning Eastern Daylight Time). Jupiter will be high and best placed for telescope users in Europe and Africa, and low in the east for eastern North America.
Friday/Saturday, Oct. 11/12, 12:32–1:37 a.m. EDT – Triple Shadow Transit on Jupiter – It is very rare that three of Jupiter’s moons cast their shadows on Jupiter simultaneously. This will be visible tonight in telescopes with at least 90 mm. aperture. Later, the moons themselves will transit Jupiter’s disk. Some events will happen before Jupiter rises in your location (around midnight). This event is only visible in its entirety in eastern North America, taking place before Jupiter rises on the West Coast.
before morning twilight – Zodiacal Light – This faint light reflected from countless pieces of interplanetary material will be visible in dark skies for the next two weeks. It rises in a conical shape along the ecliptic before morning twilight.
Goddess Month of Hathor runs from 10/3 – 11/30
Celtic Tree month of Gort/Ivy, Sep 30 – Oct 27
Runic half-month of Gebo/ Gyfu – Sept 28-Oct 12 – Gyfu represents the unity that a gift brings between the donor & recipient. It is a time of unification, both between members of society and between the human and divine. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992,p. 102 Runic half-month of Wunjo/Wyn – October 13-28 – Wyn represents joy, the rune being the shape of a weather vane. The month represents the creation of harmony within the given conditions of the present.
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Gort/Ivy, Sep 30 – Oct 27 – Gort – (GORT), ivy – Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 30 m (100 feet) long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated in North America. It is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).
Gort – Ivy Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Sky Blue
Meaning: Take time to soul search or you will make a wrong decision.
to study this month Uilleand – Honeysuckle Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: P, PE, UI
Meaning: Proceed with caution.
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Tell more stories.
~ But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead. – Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885) US writer
~ A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child. – Knights of Pythagoras
~ A competitor will find a way to win. Competitors take bad breaks and use them to drive themselves just that much harder. Quitters take bad breaks and use them as reasons to give up. – Nancy Lopez, Golfer
~ All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath – so what does that make today worth? – Og Mandino
I had often looked wistfully on Jumbo, but with no hope of ever getting possession of him, as I knew him to be a great favorite of Queen Victoria, whose children and grandchildren are among the tens of thousands of British juveniles whom Jumbo had carried on his back. I did not suppose he would ever be sold. – PT Barnum in his memoirs, Struggles and Triumphs. He owned Jumbo, the world’s most loved elephant, which was killed on September 15, 1885
Magick – Samhain Story
Remembering to Love: A Tribute to My Grandfather… By Allanna Linville
I’m a Virgo with a Gemini moon and Sagittarius rising. I like to talk. I mean I REALLY like to talk! This astrological configuration makes me a little more outgoing than most Virginians, I’m told (I don’t see it myself; but when I try to explain, at heart, I’m basically shy, I get met with gales of hysterical laughter). I also have a restless, active brain that doesn’t lend itself easily to meditation (having ADD doesn’t help). So I’m in awe of those who can turn off those intrusive outer influences and just let meditation happen. Traditional meditation becomes a major chore for me, with the end result being, I don’t practice as I should…(Though writing is a cathartic process for me…I call it “my salvation”, because it’s rescued me from more than one depression. Who knows? Maybe this is how I meditate).
Now there’s a reason for this seemingly disjointed babbling. You have to understand this fact to understand how powerful this experience was for me.
Samhain is a time for remembering and honoring our ancestors. We acknowledge our shadow selves, review lessons learned and what remains to be learned, and like snakes, we shed old skins (life lessons learned) to make way for new growth. It’s also at this time, I realize how blessed I am.
Ritually speaking, it’s also one of the busiest times of the year, and this was the fourth open Samhain circle I’d attended. When the priestess instructed us to lie on the ground as she led the group in a guided meditation, I was skeptical. “I can’t DO that!” I thought. “My brain just won’t shut up long enough!” Nonetheless, I obeyed, figuring if I couldn’t meditate, I’d at least show respect for those who could by lying quietly.
I don’t know what happened that made me more receptive than usual that night. Goddess knows, in the ten years following this experience, I’ve never been able to replicate it, but as the priestess spoke, I found myself falling easily into her voice. My heart slowed, my restless mind grew calm, and suddenly I stood on a sandy river bank, a clump of tall trees behind me. I remember her saying the place each of us had gone to was different for us all. We were supposed to wait…an ancestor would meet us there, and he/she had a gift that only “…you can know the significance of…”
It seemed I waited by that river forever, uncertain of what or whom I was waiting for, when the silence was broken by boisterous singing of an almost forgotten–but much loved–voice from my childhood:
My, oh, my,
What a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine
Headin’ my way!
Zippity-ay!” (from the 1946 Walt Disney film “Song of the South,” composed by Allie Wrubel)
This had been my grandfather’s favorite song, and even as his mind clouded and infirmity claimed him, he could still be heard singing this song, humming or making up his own words to fill in forgotten passages. If we each have a song that defines us, the upbeat lyrics and cheery melody of this tune described him. You couldn’t remain a mope for long in his presence. In 1978, advanced age and failing health had silenced him.
But now before me was the unmistakable slim, grey, crew-cut figure of my paternal grandfather, Sam Linville. He grinned, took my hand and placed a small, hard, sharp, curved metal object wrapped in paper in my hand and closed my fingers over it. With a single word, “Remember,” he vanished. I unwrapped my gift: it was a fishhook. I knew at once its significance and smiled. My fondest memories of my grandfather are probably tied to a fishhook.
As a 4-year-old, I had idolized him. Every Saturday, my Granddad would grab his poles, tackle box, pack a lunch, and load me and the angling gear into his truck; and after a quick stop at the bait store for Night Crawlers, we’d drive to his favorite “fishin’ hole.” I don’t recall being a particularly good fisherman, or if I ever caught any fish. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember if I liked fishing. But that wasn’t the point. It was Saturday and this was our special time together. And there was nobody else like my Grandpa Sam!
My favorite fishing memory–in fact, my favorite memory EVER–of my grandfather, is when I was 6 years old; we were on the banks of the Illinois River, and I was wearing a new pair of sandals I loved. Like most kids that age I was careless, and I removed them at the river’s edge to go barefoot in the cool shallows and feel the sand between my toes….
It was such a happy moment. We had moved away from my grandparents the previous year, and our Saturday morning fishing ritual had been interrupted. But here we were again: me, enjoying the gritty wet sand squishing between my toes, as Grandpa busied himself baiting his hook with a combination of Night Crawlers and wet bread balls…(a kind of worm sandwich, which I guess is irresistible if you’re a fish). It was a glorious Spring day, and I was fishing with my grandpa. Could life get any sweeter?
But when we’re at our happiest, it seems, that life has to reminds us the importance of cherishing these moments; an unexpected curve in the form of a barge caused the tide to rise and swept my pretty white sandals into the river. Hearing my distressed cries, Granddad rushed to my side. Sobbing, all I could do was point to my sandals, rapidly floating away.
Reassuring me it would be alright he grabbed his rod & reel, waded into the river until he stood in hip-deep water, cast his line, and gingerly retrieved my sandals. At that moment, sunlight returned to my world and grandpa was my hero.
Perhaps that’s what love is: when life is it’s most troubling, and everyone seems to have abandoned you, when you feel your loneliest, least loved and lovable, someone wades into the water for you. Perhaps love is the simple act of letting someone know they’ll never have to stand alone.
As the Wheel turns, and the old year winds down, and the New year approaches, I reflect on how much love in my life I have to be thankful for. I think of loved ones already passed to the Summerland, like Sam, my Dad, my consort, Ozzie, my beloved grandmothers…I think of how they filled my soul, shaped my heart, and changed my life, and I am thankful.
I think, of my fiancé, Michael, for whom the love I feel today is eclipsed with each sunrise, and my thankfulness is beyond my pitiful words to adequately express. When I think of how blessed, happy and magic my life is because he’s in it, I praise the Mighty Ones for creating this strong, incredible man and leading me to him. All my Heart Songs have a name now, and each one sings “Michael.”
I think of my beautiful mother, who taught me the meaning of courage, loyalty and integrity, that real love is limitless, and gives without asking, “What’s in it for me?” For her tender grace and selfless dedication to her family, I am thankful for this amazing woman, and my great fortune to have had her hand guide me. I have come to appreciate her most in recent years. Perhaps this is what they call “wisdom.”
For my younger brother, whom I adore, and as kids, alternately mothered and bullied, as big sisters often do (rank has its privileges, right?), whose quirky humor has so often rocked me with laughter my sides ached, tears rained down my face, and I needed a change of underwear, and I am thankful. Even as a boy, he was always willing to wade into the water for me and still does.
For friends that are and have yet to be, who weave their own unique, dazzling threads into the tapestry of my life and make it sing with color, I am thankful. You are the friends with whom I’ve cried and laughed, conspired and fought, and sat up whole nights feasting on cheap wine coolers, port wine cheese and generic Ritz-like crackers watching countless sunrises. You kept me grounded when I needed it, and flew beside me when dreams came true. I thank you for teaching me a sense of humor is the glue that holds us together when everything around us is falling apart. Your value is immeasurable. Thank you for the memories we’ve made and the adventures that lie ahead.
I raise the mead horn and invoke blessings upon all of you. May our parting words always be ones of love.
The world is always moving, always changing. Even when our journey ends, the world will keep on keepin’ on, and the best we can hope for is, the lives whom our lives touched were left better for the touching. The Rede instructs “harm none”–a worthy goal, but ultimately unrealistic. No one goes through life without doing harm sometime. However, we can at least strive to tread lightly, so when our lives intertwine with others, we cause no more pain than a brush with a butterfly’s wings.
One day, we all must pass through the Veil, like those before us. No avoiding it: the inescapable outcome of Life is Death. And yet, even Death is not final, for we are like flowers, blooming again and again. The journey is circular, with Life being triumphant in the end, and those we’ve loved once, we will likely choose to love again. But life often moves so fast, we forget the people and love that blesses it; we plan as though our bodies, and not our souls, are eternal, always meaning to say or do some little thing to show our loved ones what they mean to us. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you promise, but somehow, tomorrow keeps becoming the next day and the next, until all the tomorrows run out. And it would have only taken a moment to remember…The present moment only is the only one we can be sure of. The promise of tomorrow may well be a broken one.
“Remember.” Remember now, while today is bright and her perfume still fills your lungs, while the taste is sweet upon your tongue. Remember the moments of regret when you cared more than you wanted, and the moments you thought your heart would break from being unable to contain all the happiness in it. Remember the dark times, so when the light returns, you’ll appreciate it all the more. Remember to rejoice in the dance that is life…remember to love…
Stop and remember love is the bread of the heart and the water from a bottomless well; when we feed others and allow them to drink from us, our own hunger and thirst is satisfied. Without Love to sustain us, life seems smaller…We seem smaller, withering from within.
It’s ten years since my grandfather came to me with a fishhook that opened a gate to so many memories and feelings I thought were lost. Even in death, he loved me. Even in death, he was telling me he would always be there to wade into the water for me.
And if I loved him, I’d be willing to do the same for others.
The most meaningful legacy we can give to someone is the love passed onto us by others. So for all who gave freely from your hearts to me, you’ve paid me your highest honor. I’m thankful for your awesome gift. May I always remember to let you know I love you. Love is my tribute to all of you…and my grandfather.
by Allanna Linville, aka Maré )O( 8/02/05
Submitted To GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast