The shop opens at 11am for Small Business Saturday! Look below for specials and special workshops!
It’s 46F and quite clear despite the forecast that says that we have a 70% chance of rain!
We got to the shop on time and discovered that my flashdrive didn’t come with us. <sigh> So Tempus went back to the house, and rolled up and drained the last hose that’s outside, grabbed the flashdrive and came back to the shop, went into the back and crashed. Wow, did he crash! He crashed so hard that I finally sent Robyne out to Subway to get lunch, since we forgot that, too. ….and that was at 3pm!
I spent the morning doing the computer work for the specials, then set up the gift baskets. Aren’t they cute? After that I got to work on doing the photos for the Yule Kit. The 1st run through on the embroidery (the longest by far) is done, but I actually finished it during the evening.
<<<<< the gift basket for the online drawing, so you can get a guess at what’s in them! <<<<<<<
We ran around a bit on the way home, going past the remains of the high school (all the walls are down and it’s not smoking….) and back around because I left my soda. In the process we thought about the fact that it’s the day after Thanksgiving so we started counting lighted houses. We already had 36 before the holiday and now we’re up to 49. 🙂
Tempus put together a supper of chicken on a raft (creamed chicken on toast points) and a salad and I crashed soon after.
…and woke up around midnight and couldn’t fall back to sleep, then! <sigh>
Here’s the info about today!
The shop opens at 11am for Small Business Saturday! Look for specials and special workshops!
Special #1 – If you have made any purchases from one of our peripheral sites:
Ancient Light’s Cafe Press store – http://www.cafepress.com/ancientlight
CoastalAnja’s Spoonflower Fabric Designs – http://www.spoonflower.com/profiles/coastalanja?
Mab’s Creations blog at http://mabscreations.wordpress.com/
Bring your receipt (computer printed is fine) in for an additional 10% off any purchase made in our brick and mortar store from 11/29 -12/1. (Sorry, this offer not good for online purchases…)
Special #2 – We’re having a drawing at the shop. Put an entry in the bucket to win our Orca candle and incense gift basket!
Workshop Schedule for Saturday 11/30
11am – Make an herbal bath salt. $5 pays for materials and handout. (kid-friendly)
12 Noon – Care and feeding of a rock tumbler. One is on final polish round, one on coarse grit and we’ll be starting a load of obsidian!
1pm – Make a fused bead ornament for the season! (or a keychain) $3 pays for materials (kid-friendly)
2pm – Symbols of the Season (talk) Free!
3pm – Hand-stitched pillow ornaments or pincushions ($3 for pincushion filling materials)
Today’s Plant is Big-leaf Maple, Acer macrophyllum. This tree has the largest leaves of any maple. I remember being startled by that when I first moved to Oregon. Have you ever played with the seeds? A twin pair, before they separate, is a good charm for separated lovers. Maple syrup can be made from the sap, although it is subtly different from the taste of sugar maple and a bit thinner. Masculine, Jupiter, Air – Maple leaves are used in prosperity and love spells. When doing a baby blessing, walk the child down a row of people with maple wands to help the child to a long life. Maple has long been used for wands, being easy to work and directing energies very well. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acer_macrophyllum
Today is the anniversary of the oldest record of an eclipse. From Wikipedia: “Records of solar eclipses have been kept since ancient times. Eclipse dates can be used for chronological dating of historical records. A Syrian clay tablet records a solar eclipse which occurred on March 5, 1223 B.C., while Paul Griffin argues that a stone in Ireland records an eclipse on November 30, 3340 B.C. Positing classical-era astronomers’ use of Babylonian eclipse records mostly from the 13th century BC provides a feasible and mathematically consistent explanation for the Greek finding all three lunar mean motions (synodic, anomalistic, draconitic) to a precision of about one part in a million or better. Chinese historical records of solar eclipses date back over 4,000 years and have been used to measure changes in the Earth’s rate of spin.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eclipse#Historical_record
The shop opens at 10am for Small Business Saturday! Winter hours are 11am-5pm Thursday through Monday. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at email@example.com 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.
Today’s Astro & Calendar
The Moon is in Hecate’s Brooch. 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 11/29 at 4:22pm. 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 12/1 at 4:22am.
Which rises first: bright Jupiter in the east-northeast, or bright Rigel in Orion‘s foot in the east-southeast? Both are up by about 8 p.m. depending on where you live. At the latitudes of the U.S. and southern Canada, Rigel comes first tonight. As far north as Paris (latitude 49°) and points north, Jupiter is first.
Sunday morning may give you a chance to try to pick up Comet ISON ‘s remains. But it will be very low above the dawn horizon. Saturn, the crescent Moon, and Mercury guide your way to the right spot, as shown above. Bring binoculars or a wide-field scope. And check our Latest Updates on Comet ISON page for news. http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/objects/comets/Comet-ISON-Updates-193909261.html
Meanwhile, Comet Lovejoy C/2013 R1 remains much higher and easier to see in binoculars before dawn even begins. It’s 5th magnitude and south of the Big Dipper. Use our finder chart. http://media.skyandtelescope.com/documents/Comets_Ison_Lovejoy_LateNov.pdf
This was to be Comet ISON’s crucial week. The comet swung close around the Sun at perihelion on Thursday November 28th. At first it seemed to fade and dissipate completely at perihelion, but in the hours following, a diffuse trail of debris emerged from the encounter. Then it seemed to become brighter and more coherent. The “Ghost of ISON,” some are calling it. Keep checking our Latest Updates on Comet ISON page to see what becomes of it. http://www.skyandtelescope.com/observing/objects/comets/Comet-ISON-Updates-193909261.html
Goddess Month of Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree month of Ruis/Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22
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
©2013 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Ruis/Elder, Nov 25 – Dec 22 – Ruis – (RWEESH) Celtic tree month of Ruis (Elder) commences (Nov 25 – Dec 22) – Like other Iron Age Europeans, the Celts were a polytheistic people prior to their conversion to (Celtic) Christianity. The Celts divided the year into 13 lunar cycles (months or moons). These were linked to specific sacred trees which gave each moon its name.
Elder or Elderberry (Sambucus) is a genus of fast-growing shrubs or small trees in the family Caprifoliaceae. They bear bunches of small white or cream coloured flowers in the Spring, that are followed by bunches of small red, bluish or black berries. The berries are a very valuable food resource for many birds.
Common North American species include American Elder, Sambucus canadensis, in the east, and Blueberry Elder, Sambucus glauca, in the west; both have blue-black berries.
The common European species is the Common or Black Elder, Sambucus nigra, with black berries.
The common elder (Sambucus nigra L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (33 feet) in damp clearings, along the edge of woods, and especially near habitations. Elders are grown for their blackish berries, which are used for preserves and wine. The leaf scars have the shape of a crescent moon. Elder branches have a broad spongy pith in their centers, much like the marrow of long bones, and an elder branch stripped of its bark is very bone-like. The red elder (S. racemosa L.) is a similar plant at higher elevations; it grows to 5 m (15 feet). Red elder extends its native range to northern North America, and it is cultivated along with other native species, but common elders are seldom seen in cultivation. Elders are in the Honeysuckle family (Caprifoliaceae).
Ruis – Elder Ogam letter correspondences
Month: Makeup days of the thirteenth Moon
Meaning: End of a cycle or problem.
to study this month Straif – Blackthorn Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: SS, Z, ST
Meaning: Resentment; Confusion; Refusing to see the truth
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – We have the power to do what we wish, although it may seem hard. One step at a time will get you there!
~ Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was, “Oh no, not again.” Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now. – Douglas Adams in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
~ You are full of hidden possibilities: Set aside your notions about who you are and start again. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important. -T.S. Elliot
~ How beautiful a day can be when kindness touches it! – George Elliston
“Mourning is not forgetting,” he said gently. “It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.” – Margory Allingham
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GCF: The Folded Napkin – A Truck Stop Story
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn’t sure I wanted one. I wasn’t sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn’t worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don’t generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The ones who concerned me were the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded “truck stop germ”; the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks…
I shouldn’t have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn’t care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table.
Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.
If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That’s why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn’t unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war whoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.
Bell Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Bell Ringer a withering look.
He grinned. “OK, Frannie, what was that all about?” he asked.
“We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.”
“I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?”
Frannie quickly told Bell Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie’s surgery then sighed: “Yeah, I’m glad he is going to be OK,” she said. “But I don’t know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they’re barely getting by as it is.”
Bell Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn’t had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn’t want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
What’s up?” I asked.
“I didn’t get that table where Bell Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,” she said. “This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.”
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed “Something For Stevie.”
“Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,” she said, “so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.”
She handed me another paper napkin that had “‘Something For Stevie”‘ scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: “Truckers!!”
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he’s been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn’t matter at all that it was a holiday. He called ten times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy.
I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn’t stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
“Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,” I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. “Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!”
I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins.
“First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,” I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had “Something for Stevie” printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. “There’s more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. Happy Thanksgiving.”
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what’s funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table….
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
Silliness – From: Funny-Bone <email@example.com>
Subject: [funny-bone] Humor: marriage, lottery, cat
Date: Saturday, March 24, 2001 3:12 PM
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Did you hear about the new 3 million dollar West Virginia State Lottery? The winner gets 3 dollars a year for a million years.