52F and overcast and likely to stay that way. Well, it’s drizzling, at least. The clouds are spotty up to 1500 feet, but solid at that point.
Yesterday started off slowly for me. I had trouble waking up and then trouble staying that way. Tempus had headed out for the shop and got things open and running without me. I spent awhile catching up on mail and then went out and swept the porch. …and came in and panted awhile. …then I went and heated some soup and swept again while that was going, came in, panted awhile and ate. Lather, rinse, repeat… You get the idea. I did get the newsletters for the week filled in and a decent swath of the porch cleaned of leaves and debris.
It stayed drippy and dark-ish all day. It didn’t bother me because I was writing hard on a class outline. I’ve done Infusions, Decoctions and Tinctures so often that I usually don’t have a class handout, but it’s time for one, so it got written.
Tempus got home a bit after 8. He didn’t have a whole lot of customers, so he did the vacuuming thoroughly and got some block printing stamps done. We had supper late and then turned in.
My Herb workshop folks just dropped me a note that they’re not going to be able to make it today, so I’m not going to stress on getting the comfrey dug in this sloppy weather. I’ll harvest roses and if there’s another honeysuckle bloom, that will be good. Herbs Workshop is at 11am and then Sewing at 3pm. Between times we have some display re-stocking to do.
A fun list that Tempus found – Beltane playlist http://8tracks.com/margaritanoir/beltane
Trees blooming across the street from our house a couple of weeks back.
Today’s plant is the Leek, Allium ampeloprasum, one of the longed-for foods of spring, cultivated for at least 4 millenia. Since leeks over-winter in many/most places and begin to come up before snowmelt in even the most frozen climes, they were one of the “rescue foods” of late winter and pack a lot of nutrition in a tasty package. Leeks are the national symbol of Wales. –Masculine, Mars, Fire – Symbolized in the Runic alphabet as “Laguz”, it brings prosperity and health in the spring. Potato Leek Health soup is a magickal blend often prepared by witches in the very early spring (and I put the recipe in this blog earlier in the year, pre-Imbolc). Eating leeks together brings love. Carry a leek as a protective amulet and bite it if you’re feeling surrounded by evil. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leek
Today’s Feast is that of St. Brendan the Navigator. St. Brendan is a 5th-6th century saint from Ireland. He went on a legendary voyage to the Isles of the Blest, looking for Eden. Well, so the story goes. It’s a legend, but it’s been an inspiration for many folks down through the centuries. He may actually have gotten to North America. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brendan_the_Navigator and Tim Severin’s re-creation of the voyage http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Severin#The_Brendan_Voyage_.281976.E2.80.931977.29
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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 on 5/17 at 9:13pm. 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 at the Dark on 5/16 at 9:15am. Dark of the Moon, End of the cycle – In the time leading up to the “New Moon” you may do banishings and other baneful magicks and healings that require blasting a disease away, as well as using the time for introspection and self-work. Do scrying, now. Good for reversing circumstances God/dess Aspect: The One Beyond, the Watchers in the Dark, psychopomps. – Associated God/desses: Hecate, Kali, Arianhrod, Anja, Kore in the Underworld, Ereshkigal who was Inanna, Set/Seth, Hades, Osiris. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 5/17 at 9:13pm.
<< Arcturus shines high in the southeast these nights. Vega shines much lower in the northeast. Look a third of the way from Arcturus to Vega for dim little Corona Borealis, the Northern Crown, with its one modestly bright star: Alphecca or Gemma. Two thirds of the way from Arcturus to Vega glimmers the dim Keystone of Hercules. Continue on down past Vega, and you hit Cygnus.
Neptune (magnitude +7.9, in Aquarius) is low in the east-southeast before the first light of dawn.
Goddess Month of Hera runs from 5/16 – 6/12
Celtic Tree Month of Huath/Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9
Runic half-month of Inguz/Ing, 5/14-5/28 – Male consort of Nerthus, the Earth Mother, Ing is god of the hearth. This time of year expresses potential for abundant growth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 70.
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Celtic Tree Month of Huath/Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9 – I am fair among flowers – Color: Purple – Class: Peasant – Letter: H – Meaning: Being held back for a period of time – Hawthorn – Like willows, hawthorns have many species in Europe, and they are not always easy to tell apart. All are thorny shrubs in the Rose family (Rosaceae), and most have whitish or pinkish flowers. The common hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna Jacq.) and midland hawthorn (Crataegus laevigata (Poiret) DC.) are both widespread. They are common in abandoned fields and along the edges of forests. Both are cultivated in North America, as are several native and Asiatic hawthorns. Curtis Clark
Huathe – Hawthorne Ogam letter correspondences
Meaning: Being held back for a period of time
to study this month – Ur – Heather and Mistletoe Ogam letter correspondences
Class: Heather is Peasant; Mistletoe is Chieftain
Meaning: Healing and development on the spiritual level.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Sa 16 Low 6:01 AM -0.9 5:48 AM Rise 5:06 AM 7
~ 16 High 12:13 PM 6.8 8:38 PM Set 7:08 PM
~ 16 Low 5:56 PM 1.2
~ 16 High 11:59 PM 8.7
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – HAPPINESS is something that comes into our lives through doors we don’t even remember leaving open.
Journal Prompt –What do you think? – Chief Seattle wrote, “We are part of the earth and it is part of us.The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, and the great eagle, these are our brothers….” What do you think he meant by this?
~ I am experiencing life at the rate of several wtf’s a minute. – Kerri Moon
~ All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath – so what does that make today worth? – Og Mandino
~ Arms in the hands of citizens may be used at individual discretion… in private self-defense. – John Adams (1735-1826) US President (2)
~ Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it; they just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while. That’s because they were able to connect experiences they’ve had and synthesize new things. – Steve Jobs
Ulysses BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour’d of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro’ soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Magick – A History of the Female Sun by Donna Henes – Urban shaman, eco-ceremonialist, ritual expert and consultant – Posted: 06/26/11 10:53 AM ET
In archaic times, people perceived the sun, in its shining prime and glory, the giver of heat and light and life, to be the effulgent force of the female. A passionate aspect of the great mother, the versatile jill-of-all-trades who issues forth and supports whole life. She is the heaven Illuminating goddess, Amaterasu Omikame, in Japan, and the queen of heaven and Earth, Arinna, in Mesopotamia. She was Yhi, sun woman, to the Arunta of Australia. Sun sister was known in Anatolia, Siberia and Native America.
Tribal North Europe knew her, too. The Germans called her Sunna, as did the Norwegians. In Scandinavia, she was Glory-of-Elves or Sol. The Eddas say that on doomsday, she will bear a daughter who will be the new sun, the next creation. The luminous world to come. She was Sol, as well, to the Celts who also called her Sul or Sulis. Her celebrations took place on open plains, on hilltops, overlooking springs. A major ceremonial site was Silbury Hill (Sulisbury Hill) and the springs at Bath, once called Aquae Sulis, were the site of Roman altars sacred to Sul Minerva.
The great mother in ancient India was Aditi, the mother of the 12 spirits of the zodiac, the Adityas who would “reveal their light at doomsday.” The Mahanirvanatantra describes the sun as a golden garment of light that graces the great goddess. “The sun, the most glorious symbol in the physical world, is the vesture of Her who is ‘clothed with the sun.'”
Tantric Buddhist monks greeted the sun goddess, Marici, at dawn, chanting to her, “the glorious one, the sun of happiness… I salute you O Goddess Marici! Bless me and fulfill my desires. Protect me, O Goddess, from all the eight fears.” Marici, or Mari, was a precursor of the Christian Mary. The New Testament Book of Revelation refers to her as a “woman clothed in the sun.”
Some early Christian mystics gazed upon the sun, the shining shawl that encircles Our Lady’s shoulders, until they “became blinded by the light.” The theory being, that once having contemplated such magnificent brilliance, there was nothing left worthy of being seen. The success of this practice seems to have been a sure path to sainthood. An odd parallel is Saint Lucy, Santa Lucia, Santa Luz who plucked out her own eyes to discourage unwanted suitors and sexual advances. In the dark, with the one she truly loved, she was rewarded with the clear vision of the light of her faith.
The goddess was not always the sun herself, but often the force behind it. The grand controller of the cosmos, the sun, and the celestial cycles. According to Greek mythology, Leto laid an egg that produced two offspring, the sun and the moon, Apollo and Artemis. The Egyptian Goddess, Hathor, hatched the “golden egg of the sun” at the dawn of creation. The sun god, Osiris-Ra, died each night to return to the womb of the great mother, from whose “gate” he was reborn each morning. The same is said of the Maori sun god, who must descend into the uterine cave of the Waters of Life in order to be regenerated daily.
With the advent of the patriarchy, the sun underwent a sex change. Profound, this gender shift was a portrayal of the left brain revolution, the ascendance of ration over passion. Female divinity was overthrown, overthrone, overgrown. Her domain plundered, her authority usurped, her worship polluted. The sun, with the strength of it’s brilliance, it’s sheer presence and potency, came to stand for the masculine principle, the power of rational thinking. The moon, reflective, more subtle and seemingly erratic, came to be associated with the feminine in most cultures. Although the traits of the sun are thought to be male, it retains its female designation in the languages of Northern Europe, Arabia and Japan.
In Mesopotamian mythology, the Hittite sun goddess, Estan, evolved into Istanu, a male sun god. In pre-Islamic Arabia, the sun goddess was known as Torch of the Gods, Atthar or Al-llat. She was honored daily by pouring libations at roof top altars. Her name was subsequently masculinized to Allah. Her other name, Shams, along with her attributes became associated with a male sun god, Shams-On. The Babylonian sun god was Shamash, clearly related. The Hebrew word for sun, as well as the appellation of the biblical character Samson, were also derived from her name.
This summer let us each reflect and radiate the warming, nurturing energy of the sun in all her shining glory.
orange like a
arousing with a lover’s
touch the clustered
I praise this
great wheel the sun —
rising it is an
the Lady of the East.
— Vidya Kara
11th Century Sanskrit Poetess
Two women met for the first time since graduating from high school.
One asked the other, “You were always so organized in school. Did you manage to live a well planned life?”
“Yes,” said her friend, “My first marriage was to a millionaire;
my second marriage was to an actor;
my third marriage was to a preacher;
and now I’m married to an undertaker.”
Her friend asked, “What do those marriages have to do with a well planned life?”
“One for the money,
two for the show,
three to get ready,
and four to go!”