Yesterday we were all busy all day. I was in the merchant booth. Marius was doing his pins in the A&S area. Hatch and Travis were helping people load in and set up. Tempus drove to Waldport and back to get the stuff we forgot. By the time the end of the day rolled around we all just flaked out.
I’ve been seeing a lot of old friends and realizing just how long it’s been! Some folks that I think of as “kids” now have grey hair!
Marius and Hatch were raving about the buffet last night. The hotel has gone all out to make this an incredible event. They did a whole spit-roasted wild boar!
Today is meetings and classes and merchanting. Tempus is running the merchant booth. Anja has several meetings in the morning and then her class and demo in the afternoon. Marcus has a class and some meetings. Of course, Court takes up all afternoon and sometimes the evening.
A Ken Gagne sunset photo from back in December.
Today’s plant is Nasturtium, Tropaeolum majus, (not watercress, which is true nasturtium). It’s certainly not native to the PNW, but grows well here. I love the brilliant oranges and yellows of the flowers. They’re yummy, too, with a slightly peppery taste, both leaf and flower and the seeds serve as a substitute for capers in pickles. The flowers stand for Victory in Battle; Patriotism and Affectation and are little used in magicks other than as symbols and foods for Ostara and Beltane celebrations because of their association with the Sun. They also can be used as a symbol for sacrifice to the larger good of soldiers, firemen and police, but are usually only seen at funerals in this context. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropaeolum_majus
49 BCE The date often given as the day that Julius Caesar famously crossed the Rubicon. – “As he crossed the river into Italy, he exclaimed “iacta alea est” (the die is cast) knowing full well that this action signified a declaration of war against Pompey. This gave rise to the common English-language expression ‘to cross the Rubicon’, meaning ‘to pass a point of no return, one where an action taken commits a person irrevocably’.”
This is quoted from http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/book/jan10.html (link is broken)
More about the Rubicon here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubicon
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Love & Light,
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 1/20 at 5:14pm. 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 1/13 at 1:46am.
This evening are at their closest together low in the sunset, 0.7° apart. Look for them above the southwest horizon about 45 minutes after sundown.
Bright Capella high overhead, and bright Rigel in Orion’s foot, are at almost the same right ascension — so they cross your sky’s meridian at almost the same time (around 10 p.m. now, depending on how far east or west you live in your time zone). This means that whenever Capella passes its very highest, Rigel will always mark true south over your landscape.
Capella >>>> goes exactly through your zenith if you’re at latitude 46° north: for instance Portland, Oregon; Montreal; central France; Tokyo.
Look for Comet Lovejoy — if you look within an hour or two after dark (for most of the world’s mid-northern latitudes). The comet is in its brightest two weeks at 5th or 4th magnitude. But you’ll have to know exactly the correct point in the sky to examine! See our updated article with finder chart: How To See Comet Lovejoy Tonight.
Goddess Month of Hestia runs from 12/26 – 1/22
Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20
Runic half-month of Eihwaz/Eoh 12/28-1/11 Represents the dead, and the yew tree, sacred to Winter shamanism. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books Runic half-month of Perdhro/ Peorth, 1/13-1/27. – Feast of Brewing, Druidic, Source: The Phoenix and Arabeth 1992 Calendar.
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Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20, Beith – (BEH), birch – The silver birch (Betula pendula Roth) is the most common tree birch in much of Europe. It grows up to 30 m (100 feet) high, but is more often found in spreading clumps on sandy soils. It is one of the first trees to colonize an area after a mature forest is cut; this is probably a large part of its symbolic connection with new beginnings. It is cultivated in North America, often under the name of weeping birch. The three trees in my front yard form root sprouts that would take over the bed where they are planted if I didn’t cut them back. The common birch (B. pubescens Ehrh.) is almost as widespread as the silver birch, but grows primarily on acid or peaty soils. It can reach 20 m (65 feet) in height. Birches are members of the Birch family (Betulaceae). Curtis Clark
Beth – Birch – Ogam letter correspondences –
Meaning: New Beginnings; Changes; Purification.
Phagos – Beech Ogam letter correspondences to study this month
Letter: PH, IO
Meaning: New experiences and information coming
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Sa 10 High 3:50 AM 7.2 7:51 AM Set 10:27 AM 81
~ 10 Low 9:47 AM 2.9 4:57 PM Rise 10:44 PM
~ 10 High 3:18 PM 6.6
~ 10 Low 9:51 PM 1.2
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – You’ll notice that a turtle only makes progress when it sticks out its neck…
Journal Prompt – What is? – What would encourage children in your community to be more active and fit? Outline your plan of another, including the reasons why it would work, as though preparing a persuasive speech for the city council.
~ The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak. – Rumi
~ No one gossips about other people’s secret virtues. – Bertrand Russell
~ You must learn the difference between persistence and entanglement. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ A cheerful heart is good medicine… (Prov 17:22a)
The shepherd, Rhaicos, coming from the meads,
The river-lawns where fed his snow-white sheep;
Stretching his length beneath a mossy oak,
Played, in the shade, upon his sylvan pipe
Tuneful to the hushed bird amid the boughs
That over-hung the bright grass and wild flowers, Now let a golden sunbeam slip! and now
A glimpse of blue sky shine! Idle, he played,
Till looking up ah, happy youth! what saw
He by his side, upon the smooth, starred moss?
A Nymph, a maid divine ! if those white limbs
The wild-rose lip, and deep, soft fall of hair
Bespoke immortal race! The polished leaf
Of oak, and acorns garlanded her brow, Of forest green and grey her succinct robe ;
And o’er her head a glittering, humming swarm,
On gauzy wing, of golden bees circled
And flitted: woodland odors breathed from her.
Smiling, she gazed upon the wondering youth!
But as he, boylike, longed to pluck the rose,
And trembled and glowed towards her she was gone! And but the pressure of her dainty foot
Upon the moss, remained to tell of her!
Unhappy Rhaicos ! while the slow dial passed
From shine to shade; and oped and closed the flowers ! Until the gods, with kindness looking down
From higher splendor, would befriend the youth :
And one warm-breathing summer noon, beneath
The branching oak, he spied the unwilling fair;
Her white feet ‘mid lush grass and lilies blown;
And eagerness o’ercoming awe and dread
Born of her beauty, wooed her with soft words, And trembling passion. Waning, flushing, coy,
She listened: then raising her eyes, she spoke
“Wilt thou love, Rhaicos? and knowest thou whom
Thou dost sue here?” “Naught know I save that thou Art beautiful,” replied the youth, “For more,
I’ll pray the gods who made thee fair that thou
Mayest be kind !” “O rash and fond ! wilt love
A Hamadryad?” “Not a mortal maid!
Warm, blooming as thou art with lovely youth!
Nay, then I see that thou art all divine:
I swoon to touch that soft and flowerlike hand,
Or fondly gaze upon that bashful head;
For heavenly airs surround thee: nor hath maid
Voice like the music falls upon mine ear
So sing the Muses. Not a mortal maid?
Alas, have pity! and my love shall prove
As deathless as the great days of the gods
Who know not how sweet ’tis to- press some hand, Or gaze into eyes that look back their love
As I look deep now into dear blue depths!
O wilt thou love me? wilt thou even kiss?
Sweet, with thy promise make me as the gods !”
”Shepherd, and wilt renounce sweet mortal love,
That runs through changing seasons, from blythe May, Then summer, last autumnal days that end
Where lie the daisies, for my kiss? ne’er sue
A maid? bethink thee ere thou askest love.
Pure must the tie be that shall bind our hearts !
And dread the doom befalls inconstancy!” “By Zeus and twinkling stars of heaven, I swear
No life to have save what thy lips shall give;
My heart held captive by thy sungilt locks
Where summer lingers warm to kisses prest.
Nay, fear not ! be mine own as I am thine !” Swift came his vows! she harkened, for what maid
Denies belief when tears and sighs prove love?
And sank her blushing head upon his breast,
And o’er them, happy, in the breezy ways
The rosy Hours fluttered their light wings.
A dial of flowers marked their perfect days.
Like sunshine through the veins her presence was, Or as the blowing of the south wind sweet
From fleecy April cloud o’er fields of flowers :
And bounteous life and beauty were her gifts,
And gracious blisses Nature’s self bestows.
Thus exiled, earth-born hearts desire a love
Beyond Youth’s first shy stars: draw heaven down, As slipped divinity from sparkling mists
Before the shepherd startled unaware
By rose-bloom, dazzling wire of locks bespread,
A glory floating ‘tween her foot and earth
Else ’twas the crocus on the greensward sprung
Idalian Aphrodite, runs the tale.
They met at sunset, when the daffodil sky
A throbbing star held, and the woods were still,
And balm-dews dropped from leafy branch and spray : And “Love,” she said, at parting, “Do not push
Thy bride from thy thoughts when dost leave my side
Wait, Rhaicos! wait or thou shall’t lose thy kiss! Think then how lonely I await thee here,
When woods are dim ; and come to-morrow eve,
An hour before the love-star lights the sky.”
She spoke, nor turned away from his embrace,
That fond and faithful, stilled her gentle sighs.
Ah! luckless shepherd! better hadst thou ne’er
Known Music’s charm, and silver-dropping showers !
For skilled was Rhaicos both with reed and song; And ‘mid his comrades laid along the sward,
Each flower-crowned and friendlv-emulous,
He knew not when the twilight hour drew near,
Nor saw the windy peaks flushed by the sun
Ere it sank in the misty ocean baths,
Nor loosed the arm about his neck, nor heard
The tongues of sheep-bells from the cloudy hills, Forgot the hour assigned and bliss in store ;
But prompted by his rich and bounteous love
Drew inspiration sweet from secret springs,
Her leaf-hid charms and beauty undivined.
And as he paused for breath a yellow bee,
A bustling elf of May-dews, cowslip leas,
Buzzed o’er his head and hummed about his lips
And driv’n away returned with louder din !
Till wearied, Rhaicos roughly brushed it off,
Beat back the wingy messenger of love,
That wheeled with angry dart and flew away
Towards evening woods and the Thessalian oak.
Twas wounded and one fairy wing hung torn!
But to the Dryad, faithful, it returned
And showed its bruised wing to her gentle eyes.
A shriek burst from her sad lips at the sight ;
And mournful breeze of lamentation filled
The green aisles of the distant, recessed woods
Then looking up Rhaicos saw the sweet star
Set in the blue of heaven; and his heart
Divining her despairing cry, he turned,
Stumbling with hasty footsteps through the fern,
And ran through green glooms of the forest glades, Forded the runnel trickling through wood-ways,
And found the oak the hoary trunk lay prone,
With vine and hawthorn uptorn by its fall
And shattered branches strewn upon the sod :
Felled by no wind that ever blew from heaven.
Nor answered gentle accents to his calls:
Nor light and life revisited his eyes ! – (Saunders & Otley 1838)
Imbolc was the second of the Celtic seasonal festivals, covering the months of February, March and April. The chief rituals were carried out on 1 February and had strong associations with fertility. In pastoral terms, they were linked with lambing and the lactation of ewes. The festival was also devoted to the powerful triple-goddess, Brigid. In her different aspects, she was influential in the fields of healing, poetry and smithcraft. Poets regarded her as the source of literary inspiration and her protection was frequently invoked by mothers in childbirth. In Ireland, she was much revered by the filidh (sages), who recognized her gift of prophecy. The cult of Brigid was probably connected with the worship of Brigantia, a northern British deity, and also with the Irish saint of the same name. It can be no coincidence that the latter’s feast day is celebrated on 1 February, the same day as Imbolc.
Imbolc – (EM-bowl’g) – February 1st
Imbolc is the Sabbat that celebrates and honors the Goddess as the bride-to-be of the returning Sun God. The soon arrival of the plant life whispering beneath the soil, the full warmth of the Sun God being birthed from the Imbolg Virgin Goddesses womb, the promise of fertility that is celebrated on Beltaine, are all honored on this sacred day. Witches typically charge and annoint seeds that are harbored by their hearths until Ostara, the day in which they are planted. Imbolg is also known as Oimelc, Brid’s Day, Bride’s Day and Imbolc. Imbolc colors are white, pale yellow and silver. Symbols are candles, grain, burrowing animals, ewes and marigolds. Dieties for this sabbat are Gods as Young Men, Boys or infants, Virgin, Maiden or Child Goddesses.
As the days’ lengthening becomes perceptible, many candles are lit to hasten the warming of the earth and emphasize the reviving of life. “Imbolc” is from Old Irish, and may mean “in the belly”, and Oimelc, “ewe’s milk”, as this is the lambing time. It is the holiday of the Celtic Fire Goddess Brigid, whose threefold nature rules smithcraft, poetry/inspiration, and healing. Brigid’s fire is a symbolic transformation offering healing, visions, and tempering. Februum is a Latin word meaning purification — naming the month of cleansing. The thaw releases waters (Brigid is also a goddess of holy wells) – all that was hindered is let flow at this season.
Enjoy a Happy GroundHogs Day, USA – Woodchuck/Marmot/Ground Hog’s Wisdom Includes:
- Sense of family and community
- Connection to seasonal changes
- Understands the power of cycles
- Ability to hibernate (sleep) during hard times
- Protection from floods
- Ability to go underground when trouble arises
- GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast Archives
A well-known custom connected with this saint is the plaiting of reed crosses (‘Brigid’s crosses’) today, and these are supposed to protect the home, the harvest and farm animals. The tradition derives from the story that she was plaiting rush crosses while nursing a dying pagan chieftain. He asked her about this and her explanation led to his conversion to Christianity.
Her symbolism as a probable sun goddess may be found in the form of these Brigid’s crosses, which are widdershins swastikas, found widely around the world as home-protecting talismans, reaching Ireland by the second century, BCE.
In the Scottish Highlands, an effigy corn dolly of Bride made by the young woman from the previous year’s corn sheaf would be carried around the village, and gifts were collected for the Bride Feast. The ritual was completely matriarchal, the door of the feasting place being barred to the men of the community who had to plead humbly to honour Bride. Straw cradles called Bride’s Beds were also made for today among the Celtic peoples. A wand, candle or other phallic object would be laid across the dolly and Brigid (‘the Bride’) was invited to come for her bed was ready. If her blankets are rumpled in the morning, it was seen as a good omen. Brigid obviously has fertility associations far beyond her legendary persona as a convent Mother Superior.