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Tempus went down to the shop first, because I was still working on the newsletter and pictures and such. Twice while I was still in the study a Steller’s Jay flew into the bamboo chime. The first time he sat on the porch railing awhile acting a bit shook up, but it happened again. No idea if it was the same one or a different stupid bird, but the 2nd time it just flew off. Weird…
>>>>>>>>>>>> Empty! >>>>>>>>>>>>
I did some harvesting before I headed out, mostly roses and fennel, but a few sprigs of yarrow and hebe are blooming again.
I did get some licks in on sorting stuff, got a bunch of books fished out and a lot of magazines and papers tossed. I’ve*got* to get more done on that. We only have until Sunday, but I keep going off into asthma attacks from the mold on some of the stuff.
We didn’t get home until well after 8pm and I started working on photos.
…and I started seeing news about the situation below . I can’t write about it. I’m crying too hard, so I’ll use Bill Hall’s words from Facebook.
Bill Hall – “My Lincoln County and Oregon friends are already aware of the tragic story we’re awakening to–a young mother threw her six-year-old son off the Yaquina Bay Bridge last night because voices in her head told her to do it. His body was recovered several hours later. We suddenly pay attention to mental illness when something like this happens, or when a disturbed young man on the opposite coast wipes out a couple of dozen innocent school children. As horrific as these kinds of stories are, did you know that people with severe and persistent mental illness are far more likely to be victims of violence than perpetrators? That people with chronic mental illness die, on average, TWENTY FIVE years sooner than the population as a whole? That’s a tragedy as well. I hope that we, as a society, are starting to realize the cost of that.”
Dad had MS and some kind of a mass on his brain stem or some such. The little guy was autistic and non-verbal… The whole family has been reaching out and asking for help…. and it wasn’t there. Sometimes the happy endings aren’t there.
Bill Hall – “One more thought on last night’s tragedy before I head to the Courthouse. This is from friend Steve Cole: ‘Grief manifests itself in many ways, and while I realize that many of you dear Facebook friends are angry about the tragic circumstances that happened yesterday in Newport, being bitter and hostile on Facebook isn’t the answer. That mom has family and friends here, and crucifying her publicly isn’t going to do anyone any good. She and those close to her will live with her tragic actions for the rest of their lives. I was angry too when I first heard the news, but then I realized that such anger is misplaced. I feel so sorry for her, and to be honest, maybe that little boy is in a better place than having to grow up around that environment. That’s not for me to judge and I don’t want to be on that jury either. Be kind, people. Our community is hurting, and kindness will go a long way toward our healing.’ ”
Some of the stuff folks are saying…. Ok, I need to stop because there’s nothing I can really do and I’m just getting more and more upset.
So today we have chores. I’m hoping that Tempus and I can take some time sorting down where we’ve been working over the last several days. I’m going to curl back up next to him and cry awhile, then get up and wash my face and get something done.
Today’s Plant is Cow parsnip, Heracleum lanatum, or Indian Celery. Growing in every damp place along the roads out here, this is easily confused with seacoast angelica, and other plants, and even dangerously with water hemlock, if you don’t look carefully, or dig it up to check the root. It’s a huge plant (over 6 feet tall) with leaves large enough to make a hat from! Local peoples used it as a poultice plant for bruises and sores. The young stems and leaf stalks can be peeled and eaten in spring. The root makes a nice yellow dye. – Feminine, Water, Moon, Hathor – The flowers glow in the moonlight and I have used this as a plant of sacrifice to Bona Dea or the Great Mother in one of her many aspects as it is a symbol of the plenty of spring. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heracleum_lanatum
Feast day of St Emeric, Hungarian prince – Emeric, born in 1007, was the son of St Stephen of Hungary. His father had trained him to succeed him but the young man died before his father, killed in a hunting accident in 1031. His tomb at Szekesfehervar, Hungary, was a pilgrims’ site, and many miracles were reported there. He was canonized with his father in 1083. The name Amerigo (cf Amerigo Vespucci, after whom America is named) is a variant of Emeric. More here: http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=3110 and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emeric_of_Hungary_%28saint%29
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Today’s Astro & Calendar
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 on 11/6 at 2:23pm. 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 at the Full on 11/5 at 2:23am.
As the stars come out, look high above the waxing gibbous Moon for the Great Square of Pegasus. It’s standing on one corner.
Mars (magnitude +0.9) remains in the southwest as twilight fades. Look for it very far below Altair >>>>>.
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl)
Runic half-month of Hagalaz/Hagal – October 29-Novmber 12 – The Runic half-month of Hagal commences today, represented by the hailstone of transformation. It is a harbinger of the need to undergo the necessary preparations before the harsh northern Winter.
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Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl) – 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
Tu 4 Low 3:46 AM 1.2 6:58 AM Set 4:16 AM 88
4 High 9:58 AM 8.6 5:01 PM Rise 3:57 PM
4 Low 4:38 PM -0.1
4 High 10:45 PM 7.2
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Let the truth shine through appearances.
~ Let the people think that they are governed, and they are governed. – William Penn
~ Be gentle with yourself, learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude toward others. – Wilferd Peterson
~ Success is a beast. And it actually puts the emphasis on the wrong thing. You get away with more instead of looking within. – Brad Pitt
~ We have to abandon the current idea that we are “rulers of the earth” and replace it with the idea that we are “stewards of the earth”. Kerr Cuhulain
TIME, YOU OLD GYPSY MAN
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day?
All things I’ll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best,
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing.
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
Last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul’s dome;
Under Paul’s dial
You tighten your rein —
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that’s in the tomb.
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay?
Put up your caravan
Just for one day? – Ralph Hodgson (1871-1962), English poet
November, though her fields are drear and cold
Still holds for searching eyes some glints of brightness;
A faded thread from autumn’s cloth of gold
Is gemmed with foreflakes of the winter’s whiteness. – Nixon Waterman, in the Old Farmer’s Almanac for 1904