“Where were you?” I keep hearing that question on the radio today. In case you hadn’t thought of it, today is the 50th anniversary of the day when President Kennedy was fatally shot. I’m not sure that I remember the day or the repetitions of the video clip of the few moments after the shots were fired. I do remember the funeral and the sorrow that my parents and grandparents were feeling, as though he were a family member. I remember the pictures of Jackie Kennedy and the children, his little son wearing the exact same short pants suit and hat that my brother had. I think what stuck in my mind the most, since I was obsessing about horses that year, was the beautiful horse in the funeral parade, with riding boots stuck backwards in the stirrups. My Daddy had to explain that it was because “his soldier” was dead and that was shown by the backwards boot.
Baking, baking, baking! All day yesterday I was either working on recipes, putting them together or getting them into the oven! First, I got a bread loaf done. Tempus set it up, I just formed, ‘riz’ and baked it. Next after that was baked, stuffed squash, then two quiche, then a trial run of a salmon pie.
Tempus had a pretty good day at the shop…. not all that busy, but a number of friends, including one who brought him lunch and made him eat it, came in. 🙂 He got distracted from what he was supposed to be working on, lighting the trees, but we’ll get to that today.
The salmon pie turned out really tasty. That’s what we had for dinner because of complications. I planned to have the quiche ready at about 5pm, so that if Tempus came home on time he’d have something hot. …Well…. a couple of friends showed up and a person who wanted to talk, so he didn’t start for home until 6pm and then his car wouldn’t turn over. I ran down there to give him a jump and we came home right away, but by then the salmon pie was done.
After supper he ran down to put gas in his car, since it had been on the charger the whole time and then he worked on cleaning out the fridge so that I could put things away. I worked on making tartlets for awhile. (Mushrooms, cream, cheddar and blue cheeses) When he went to bed I did a snack cake for the week.
I have to make a bunch of class kits today, get ’em set up. ….also some sampler kits. I hope I don’t have to send Tempus out for materials…. and remember, please, that I’m going to be out of the shop tomorrow, teaching embroidery up in Longview, so no workshops. We also are having no classes on Sunday because of the Elders’ Council at 1pm and the OCPPG staff meeting after the group supper at the China Restaurant.
All of one color of these lollipop ornaments are gone, now. I think it’s the red ones that have all sold. I’ll be trying to make some more next week or the week after, but meanwhile there are still some left! Our ornaments are very reasonably priced. Many are $1 each and most are under $5. For handmade, that’s a real deal! I also do classes on making ornaments during the lead-up to Yule. Watch the calendar!
I’ve often heard people talk about “beach thistle”, but Sea Holly, Eryngium maritimum isn’t one. It’s actually related to carrots. The young shoots can be blanched and eaten like asparagus and the roots (which can get up to 20 feet long!!!!) are peeled, boiled and cut, then braided and candied. Prepared thus they are a good cough and cold remedy. The roots can also be boiled or roasted as well and are very nutritious. It is native to Europe, but going extinct in certain areas. – Masculine, Fire, Venus – This plant is an aphrodisiac, pure and simple.
Today in 2006 the first Pentacle was placed on a military grave in a state cemetery in Nevada, anticipating the approval.
Pentacle on United States soldiers’ tombstones (excerpt from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pentacle )
After a ten year legal battle, the circled pentagram (referred to as a pentacle by applicants and the court case) was added to the list of 38 approved religious symbols to be placed on the tombstones of fallen service members at Arlington National Cemetery on 24 April 2007. The decision was made following ten applications from families of fallen soldiers who practiced Wicca. The government paid the families $225,000 to settle their pending lawsuits.
Associated Press (23 April 2007). “Wiccan symbol OK for soldiers’ graves”. CNN.com. Archived from the original on 26 April 2007.
“Burial and Memorials: Available Emblems of Belief for Placement on Government Headstones and Markers”. United States Department of Veterans Affairs. 23 April 2007. Retrieved 24 April 2007.
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Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is Waning Gibbous. 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 Phase ends at the Tide Change on 11/2 at 4:22pm. Waning Gibbous Moon – Best time for draining the energy behind illness, habits or addictions. Magicks of this sort, started now, should be ended before the phase change to the New Moon. , Associated God/dess: Hera/Hero, Cybele, Zeus the Conqueror, Mars/Martius, Anansi, Prometheus. Phase ends at the Quarter on 11/25 at 11:28am.
The waning gibbous Moon is up in the east by about 10 p.m., depending on where you live. Look above it for bright Jupiter and (to Jupiter’s left) Pollux and Castor. To the Moon’s right twinkles Procyon. Much farther to the right, brighter Sirius is rising or soon to rise.
Jupiter is the brightest object in the morning sky all month. It is located in Gemini. The Great Red Spot appears to be reviving, showing a distinct orange color.
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Goddess Month of Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24
Celtic Tree month of Ruis Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22
Runic half month of Naudhiz/ Nyd /Nauthiz – November 13- 27 – Time to prepare for winter. Runic half-month of Isa/ Is November 28-12 Literally, ‘ice’: a static period. The time of waiting before birth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
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Ngetal Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl), reed – The term “reed” is used with great imprecision in North America, but it is clear that the reed of the ogham is the common reed (Phragmites australis (Cav.) Trin. ex Steudel). This is a giant grass, with stems as high as 4 m (13 feet). It grows in marshy areas, where it often forms dense stands. Like most other grasses, the vertical stems live only a single year, dying in the autumn and being replaced with new green shoots in the spring. The dead stems rattle and whisper in late autumn winds. Common reed has spread as a weed throughout the world; in North America it is widespread in cooler climates. Common reed is in the Grass family (Poaceae, or Gramineae).
“The Reed Month, is said by some to be most favorable for communication with ancestral spirits and the strengthening of all family ties, with magickal associations with fertility, love, protection, and family concerns. ‘Thin and slender is the Reed. He stands in clumps at the edge of the river and between his feet hides the swift pike awaiting an unsuspecting minnow to come his way. In his thinness the reed resembles arrows that fly, silver-tipped, up into the unknown air to land at the very source that one had searched for all these years. Firing arrows off into the unknown is an expression of the desire to search out basic truths. If you loose off without direction, the place of landing will be random. If the firing off is carried out with the correct conviction, determination and sense of purpose, then the act becomes secondary to the event that comes both before and after the moment.’” Source: Earth, Moon and Sky
Ngetal – Reed Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Grass Green
Meaning: Upsets or surprises
to study this month Mor – the Sea Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: AE, X, XI, M
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 22 High 3:40 AM 6.6 7:22 AM Set 11:06 AM 84
~ 22 Low 9:04 AM 3.5 4:43 PM Rise 9:24 PM
~ 22 High 2:36 PM 7.1
~ 22 Low 9:39 PM 0.5
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Most friction in life is caused by the tone of the voice.
~ The body is an ocean, rich with hidden treasures. – Brian Perez
~ Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don’t start measuring her limbs. – Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) Spanish artist
~ If you think you are too small to be effective, you have never been in bed with a mosquito. – Bette Reeves
~ The only sadnesses that are dangerous and unhealthy are the ones that we carry around in public in order to drown them out with the noise; like diseases that are treated superficially and foolishly, they just withdraw and after a short interval break out again all the more terribly; and gather inside us and are life, are life that is unlived, rejected, lost, life that we can die of. – Rilke
In mythos and fairy tales, deities and other great spirits test the hearts of humans by showing up in various forms that disguise their divinity. They show up in robes, rags, silver sashes, or with muddy feet. They show up with skin dark as old wood, or in scales made of rose petal, as a frail child, as a lime-yellow old woman, as a man who cannot speak, or as an animal who can. The great powers are testing to see if humans have yet learned to recognize the greatness of soul in all its varying forms. – Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Magick – Thanksgiving Lore
THANKSGIVING By (c)*Donna Henes, Urban Shaman
At the close of the growing season in Autumn, people, like squirrels, like ants, like bees, get busy gathering the great bounty of the land. We forage and harvest, hunt and herd; industriously amassing the abundance proffered by the earth, water, and sky. After the toil, the patient tending of the soil, the months of work and worry, we are ready and relieved to collect the crop and the kill.
Hi hianai hu!
Here on my field
Corn comes forth,
My child takes it and runs,
Here on my field
Squash comes forth.
My wife takes it and runs,
Singing. ~Papago Song of the Corn Dance
We set about preparing it, preserving it, salting it, saving it, packing it away for future use, making feverish haste in the race against the coming cold. But, first, before we store it, horde it for the hard times ahead, we take the time to glory in its goodness. With grateful prayers of thanksgiving we acknowledge our precious fortune, and gorge ourselves and the god/desses, too, with fabulous feasts of plenty.
Harvest festivals are pandemic. They represent the successful completion of another fertile cycle. Another season of life and growth come full circle. Another round. In agricultural societies the annual cycles are counted from sowing to scything. The cycle from birth to slaughter is followed by the keepers and stalkers of stock and game. And the season starting with the spawning and culminating in the running of the salmon, the cod, the squid, the whale, is observed by those who fish to live.
Ultimately, all harvest festivities celebrate one more season of our tenuous survival. We have managed to live through another year. Another fertile period has passed in our favor. We have been lucky. One way or another, we will have the wherewithal to sustain ourselves through another winter, another dry spell, another monsoon, yet another tricky test of time.
Our own familiar fall festival of Thanksgiving is an amalgam of Old and New World harvest celebrations. The pilgrims brought the Harvest Home Festivals of the Ingathering from England with them. And very little else. By the time the Mayflower landed in Massachusetts in December of 1620, all of their supplies had been depleted at sea. They had little left with which to survive the first winter.
Indeed, by spring, only 55 of the original 102 settlers were still alive. And they had no seeds to plant. It was only through the generous sponsorship of the indigenous Wampanoag people that they would establish a foothold and ultimately thrive. Thrive and spread like the native vines, ending out endless shoots of sticky tendrils that strangled everything they touched.
The locals introduced the colonists to the domestic foods of Turtle Island (a common original name for the Western Hemisphere) and taught them cultivation techniques. By the following Fall, the pilgrimsâ?T first crops of corn, squash, and pumpkins were planted, tended, and harvested successfully. A major celebration was called for. So the Indian hosts were invited as guests and ninety attended, joining the fifty-some whites.
Abundant stores of cranberries and oysters were collected, countless deer and turkey shot. Four English women and two teenage girls did all the cooking for the giant banquet. As in the Harvest Home tradition and also that of the great Autumn Green Corn Festivals celebrated by the agricultural tribes of the North, southeast, and southwest of Turtle Island, they sat down together to eat in fellowship and true Thanksgiving.
Games were played. Corn was popped. Arms were displayed. The rest is history.
We, too. We have nothing to eat. It is Autumn and we haven’t put anything away safe for our own survival. We hunger and thirst for the spirit of reverence and respect for the world that sustains us. But in our push for ascendancy, for power, for dominance â?” over the land, over each other, over the odds, over Mother Nature Herself — we have poisoned our providence and sullied the source of our own livelihood. Our very ability to live at all.
And what of our children? Our grandchildren. The great grandchildren of us all? What have we saved for them?
The recent conservative infatuation with the restoration of family values — albeit singularly shallow and dangerously narrow minded and myopic — has certainly risen to reflect a profoundly felt human desire for a realigned awareness and reconnection with those things in life that really matter. This Thanksgiving let us remember that we are part of the potentially functional family of humanity. Kin, clan, mishpocheh, Mitakuye Oyasin, to all the inhabitants of the Universe.
For this, let us be thankful.
xxMama Donna TO READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE GO TO: http://www.matrifocus.com/SAM05/rc-thanksgiving.htm