It’s perfectly clear and 32F. I’m probably going to regret not having brought the herb boxes and the tomato up onto the porch, but they’re close enough to the house that they might be ok, still. A Steller’s Jay is making the feeder bounce, but I haven’t seen any little birds for a few days.
Yesterday was long, but I didn’t do as much of the unpacking, more the sorting, so I lasted until it was so cold in the shop that we had to have the doors closed…. and came home around 9:30PM. Tempus stayed until nearly midnight because his car battery hates cold weather….
I also got a lot of the affirmation tapes inventoried, priced and set out for sale. There are more CD’s, but the cassettes are done.
We went across the street for supper when we got to griping and snipping at each other because of being so tired. We met a lady named Bonnie Jean (not Turtle Island Tattoo’s Bonnie Jean) who is from Florence. We had a really fun meal sitting and talking, and were energized to get back to work. She’s a history buff, so we invited her to stop by at the Project Day on Sunday.
When I got home, as cold as it was, I took a moment to look at Orion, burning brightly in the east and Cygnus flying along the Milky Way into the west. ….and then scurried in *fast*!
I woke late in the night, well after Tempus headed out for his paper route, with moonlight pouring in through the skylight and the thick frost on the neighbor’s roof glowing softly.
Now that it’s closer to sunrise the eastern sky has a pearly glow. I’m awake well before time, which means I’m going to be really tired this afternoon, but Tempus is going to have to get a nap. Tops he got 4 hours last night and he probably won’t get any sleep when he gets home before we have to head for the shop.
Today I have to go in early. I still have to get the worktable cleared off for the workshops, but unless Tempus didn’t find the rock cart (we know where it is, but it needs to be un-buried) we’re ready, otherwise.
Herbs at 11am is soap balls. Crystals will be on the care and feeding of a rock tumbler and possibly on moonstone. Sewing at 3pm will be a relief and a rest for me. 🙂 I’m probably going to be re-organizing my sewing projects now that I’ve got a spot to put the ones that aren’t urgent.
We’ve still got boxes in the way, but the pile is diminishing, quickly.
The is the Pride of Baltimore II, a replica Baltimore clipper, built in 1988. This picture was on the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum Facebook page awhile back and I saved it because I love the old sailing ships. http://www.cbmm.org/ Also, when I was a youngster, my Daddy and I helped with the first Pride of Baltimore, the one that went down in a storm in the Caribbean in ’86. We spent time sanding the railings and handing tools and holding boards while she was being built, a crowd-source project before there were such things. Daddy had friends on board on that awful day… …but Baltimore refused to give up and built another ship, just the same as the first! She’s lovely.
I harvested the last of this perennial plant earlier in the week. Today’s Plant is Lovage, levisticum officinale. It seems to have originated somewhere near the eastern Mediterranean and has been cultivated for a long while, being a very useful plant. It has a strong, long-lasting scent, that reminds a person of celery and parsley, but with the volume turned up. It’s great in salads, but chop it small and mix with other greens or it overpowers! Both leaf and seed are great in soups, especially seafood chowders and the roots can be eaten as a vegetable. I’ve drunk lovage cordial, which is tasty. It has a high flavonoid content, as well. Medicinally, a strong leaf tea, iced, is a good antiseptic, especially for extensive scrapes, where it takes down the sting and swelling very quickly and can be splashed on as often as needed. It can be used for mild cases of water retention, as well, and even with high blood pressure. – Masculine, Sun, Fire – This herb is often used in love magicks, but works best as a self-confidence enhancer. Take a bath with a sachet of the leaves, or make a strong tea that you toss into the bathwater before going out to meet new people or to start a new job. It also helps to squeeze a small sachet of the leaves if you’re having trouble concentrating on a task. Wiki has more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lovage
Shichi-Go-San (Shichigosan; ’7-5-3′) ceremony, Japan
Shich-Go-San literally means ‘seven-five-three’; the ceremony is performed in families who have daughters of seven, sons of five, and sons and daughters of three years of age. The children are taken to shrines to drive out evil spirits and receive the blessings of the deities. It’s one of the few occasions these days on which Japanese women wear the kimono. Chitoseame, literally ‘thousand year candy’, is given to children on Shichi-Go-San. Chitoseame is long, thin, red and white candy, which symbolizes and ensures healthy growth and longevity. It is given in a bag with a crane and a turtle on it, which are also symbols of long life, as well as pines, bamboo and ume. More info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shichi-Go-San
The shop opens at 11am! Fall hours are 11am-6pm Thursday through Monday, although the time that we’re there is drifting earlier with the shorter days. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
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. Waning Crescent Moon –Best time for beginning introspective magicks that are more long term (full year cycle) A good time for beginning knot magicks to “bind up” addictions and illness (finish just before the Tide Change of Dark to New) and “tying up loose ends” God/dess aspects – Demeter weeping for her Daughter, Mabon, Arachne Tyr. Phase ends on 11/17 at 7:32pm.
By about 8 p.m. Orion is clearing the eastern horizon (depending on how far east or west you live in your time zone). High above Orion shines orange Aldebaran. Above Aldebaran is the little Pleiades cluster, the size of your fingertip at arm’s length. Far left of the Pleiades shines bright Capella.
Mars is right over the handle of the Sagittarius Teapot as twilight fades and the stars come out, as shown in the last illustration below. Binoculars will help.
Mercury will be well placed in the morning sky for observers in the Northern Hemisphere for the first half of the month.
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 Naudhiz/ Nyd /Nauthiz – November 13- 27 – Time to prepare for winter.
©2014 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
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
Sa 15 Low 12:20 AM 1.5 7:13 AM Rise 12:14 AM 48
~ 15 High 7:06 AM 6.6 4:49 PM Set 1:29 PM
~ 15 Low 1:26 PM 3.0
~ 15 High 6:50 PM 5.7
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I don’t have a solution but I admire the problem.
~ A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once. – William Faulkner (1897-1962) US writer
~ Failure is the opportunity to begin again more intelligently. – Henry Ford (1863-1947) American Industrialist
~ It is by acts and not by ideas that people live. – Anatole France
~ He that lives upon hope will die fasting. – Benjamin Franklin
A BOY’S HEAD
In it there is a space-ship
and a project
for doing away with piano lessons.
And there is
which shall be first.
And there is
an entirely new bird,
an entirely new hare,
an entirely new bumble-bee.
There is a river
that flows upwards.
There is a multiplication table.
There is anti-matter.
And it just cannot be trimmed.
that only what cannot be trimmed
is a head.
There is much promise
in the circumstance
that so many people have heads. – Miroslav Holub (1923-1998), Czech poet
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