4 days to OCPPG! More items are up on the raffle page! http://wp.me/P2xgQ8-47U Come in and get your tickets! (Drawing is Sunday evening.)
Unlike the last few days it’s cloudy and cool. Temps in the 80’s are a bit much for October! It’s 61F, at the moment, with the occasional wind gust up into the teens. The humidity is still very low. 43%.
I’m amazed at how late it is. Tempus and I sat up late, reading. I had a new book (Hunter, by Mercedes Lackey) and just had to finish it! (I’m not a reading addict. I can put the book down any time I want to! Ha!) He’s out in the kitchen making waffles and driving me absolutely mad from the aromas wafting in!
My ear is blocked up again, so I’m not hearing well. At least I’m home for most of today. Tempus and I are heading into Philomath in the late afternoon to harvest some plants from a friend’s garden and then he’ll bring me back home before heading out on his paper route.
Yesterday was really busy for the both of us. Tempus headed for the shop first, because I needed to do some harvesting before the rain comes. You can see some of the results above, but I also trimmed my bay tree. Once I was at the shop I had to get the pendants and rings that I got from Jan into the inventory and set out for sale. The pendants are all still in plastic, but at least they’re in the case. The rings are in the holders, but I didn’t get a pic like that. I also managed to get the rest of the stuff from that yard sale priced and out and a few more bits and pieces that had been waiting.
Tempus was out running errands. There were things like a bank deposit, picking up mail (which included that book!) a box of tails and a box of books from Lupa, paying the water bill and more things along those lines. Long day! He made burgers for supper and we crawled into bed and read.
Mad Hatter Day is a silly holiday opposite April Fool’s on the calendar. It is one of the Discordian Holy Days. More info here: http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~ari/madHatter.html and info on Alice in Wonderland here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_in_Wonderland and the Hatter here:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hatter
Today’s Plant is the Coast Willow, Salix hookeriana. I’ve been mistaking it for pussy willow ever since I moved out here and the pic used here I misidentified as that in yesterday’s newsletter! Pussy Willows are a subset of the willows which also include osiers (think “wicker” for their uses). They’re all Saliciae from which, salicylic acid, the medicine Aspirin, was derived. Willow magick is Feminine, Moon and Water. Willow wands can be used for healing, to sleep with for more vivid dreams, Drawing Down the Moon, or for protection in underworld journeying. The Willow will bring the blessings of the Moon upon those who plant it or have it on their property. Willows can be used to bind together witch’s brooms and a forked willow branch is widely used in water witching and dowsing. New Moon magick, creativity, fertility, female rights of passage, inspiration, emotion, binding. Love, Love divination, protection, healing. It is also known as the tree of immortality because of its ability to re grow from a fallen branch in moist ground. These properties apply to all forms of willow, but the Coast Willow has the properties of endurance, tolerance and stubbornness as well. There’s more info here:http://en.wikipedia.org
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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 10/12 at 5:06pm. 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 10/6 at 5:06pm. 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 10/9 at 5:06pm.
Vesta, the brightest asteroid, is still magnitude 6.2 a week past its opposition. It’s easy in binoculars in western Cetus, especially now that the Moon has gone. Use the finder charts in the September Sky & Telescope, pages 48–49.
Uranus, magnitude 5.7, is also nearby! Finder chart.
Saturn (magnitude +0.6, just off the head of Scorpius) sinks away in the southwest in twilight. Don’t confuse it with orange Antares twinkling 10° to its left.
Goddess Month of Hathor runs from 10/3 – 10/30
Celtic Tree Month of Gort/Ivy – Sep 30 – Oct 27
Runic half-month of Gebo/ Gyfu – Sept 28-Oct 12 – Gyfu represents the unity that a gift brings between the donor & recipient. It is a time of unification, both between members of society and between the human and divine. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 102
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Gort Ivy Sep 30 – Oct 27 – Gort – (GORT), ivy – Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 30 m (100 feet) long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated in North America. It is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Tu 6 Low 2:19 AM 0.8 7:20 AM Rise 1:19 AM 40
~ 6 High 9:01 AM 6.2 6:48 PM Set 3:47 PM
~ 6 Low 2:48 PM 3.0
~ 6 High 8:31 PM 6.5
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I miss the laughter. I miss your smile. I miss sharing our fears, our dreams and our greatest moments of sorrow .For what was real then is no longer real. The truth does not matter. You have made a choice based not on facts, but it is okay for today. I have learned to let it go and to move on. I walked with you and talked with you. I spent time with you. You called me friend and I called you family. Miles and years are now between us and I am not the person you wanted me to be, but I am the best I can be. I no longer speak to you and you no longer speak to me. The events that have made us different are the things I desire to forget the most, but each passing moment seems like a life time.
~ We are judged by what we finish, not by what we start. – Michael Motley
~ Since I came here I have learned that Chester A. Arthur is one man and the President of the United States is another. – Chester Allen Arthur (1830-1886) US President (21st), VP (20th)
~ When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you. – Nietzsche
~ The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers. – Dave Barry
… although the temple itself is very large, the sculptor is criticized for not having appreciated the correct proportions. He has shown Zeus seated, but with the head almost touching the ceiling, so that we have the impression that if Zeus moved to stand up he would unroof the temple. – Strabo (63 BCE or 64 BCE – c. 24 CE), Greek historian, geographer and philosopher, on the Statue of Zeus at Olympia
Samhain Magick – Lore
Remembering to Love: A Tribute to My Grandfather… By Allanna Linville
I’m a Virgo with a Gemini moon and Sagittarius rising. I like to talk. I mean I REALLY like to talk! This astrological configuration makes me a little more outgoing than most Virginians, I’m told (I don’t see it myself; but when I try to explain, at heart, I’m basically shy, I get met with gales of hysterical laughter). I also have a restless, active brain that doesn’t lend itself easily to meditation (having ADD doesn’t help). So I’m in awe of those who can turn off those intrusive outer influences and just let meditation happen. Traditional meditation becomes a major chore for me, with the end result being, I don’t practice as I should…(Though writing is a cathartic process for me…I call it “my salvation”, because it’s rescued me from more than one depression. Who knows? Maybe this is how I meditate).
Now there’s a reason for this seemingly disjointed babbling. You have to understand this fact to understand how powerful this experience was for me.
Samhain is a time for remembering and honoring our ancestors. We acknowledge our shadow selves, review lessons learned and what remains to be learned, and like snakes, we shed old skins (life lessons learned) to make way for new growth. It’s also at this time, I realize how blessed I am.
Ritually speaking, it’s also one of the busiest times of the year, and this was the fourth open Samhain circle I’d attended. When the priestess instructed us to lie on the ground as she led the group in a guided meditation, I was skeptical. “I can’t DO that!” I thought. “My brain just won’t shut up long enough!” Nonetheless, I obeyed, figuring if I couldn’t meditate, I’d at least show respect for those who could by lying quietly.
I don’t know what happened that made me more receptive than usual that night. Goddess knows, in the ten years following this experience, I’ve never been able to replicate it, but as the priestess spoke, I found myself falling easily into her voice. My heart slowed, my restless mind grew calm, and suddenly I stood on a sandy river bank, a clump of tall trees behind me. I remember her saying the place each of us had gone to was different for us all. We were supposed to wait…an ancestor would meet us there, and he/she had a gift that only “…you can know the significance of…”
It seemed I waited by that river forever, uncertain of what or whom I was waiting for, when the silence was broken by boisterous singing of an almost forgotten–but much loved–voice from my childhood:
My, oh, my,
What a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine
Headin’ my way!
Zippity-ay!” (from the 1946 Walt Disney film “Song of the South,” composed by Allie Wrubel)
This had been my grandfather’s favorite song, and even as his mind clouded and infirmity claimed him, he could still be heard singing this song, humming or making up his own words to fill in forgotten passages. If we each have a song that defines us, the upbeat lyrics and cheery melody of this tune described him. You couldn’t remain a mope for long in his presence. In 1978, advanced age and failing health had silenced him.
But now before me was the unmistakable slim, grey, crew-cut figure of my paternal grandfather, Sam Linville. He grinned, took my hand and placed a small, hard, sharp, curved metal object wrapped in paper in my hand and closed my fingers over it. With a single word, “Remember,” he vanished. I unwrapped my gift: it was a fishhook. I knew at once its significance and smiled. My fondest memories of my grandfather are probably tied to a fishhook.
As a 4-year-old, I had idolized him. Every Saturday, my Granddad would grab his poles, tackle box, pack a lunch, and load me and the angling gear into his truck; and after a quick stop at the bait store for Night Crawlers, we’d drive to his favorite “fishin’ hole.” I don’t recall being a particularly good fisherman, or if I ever caught any fish. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember if I liked fishing. But that wasn’t the point. It was Saturday and this was our special time together. And there was nobody else like my Grandpa Sam!
My favorite fishing memory–in fact, my favorite memory EVER–of my grandfather, is when I was 6 years old; we were on the banks of the Illinois River, and I was wearing a new pair of sandals I loved. Like most kids that age I was careless, and I removed them at the river’s edge to go barefoot in the cool shallows and feel the sand between my toes….
It was such a happy moment. We had moved away from my grandparents the previous year, and our Saturday morning fishing ritual had been interrupted. But here we were again: me, enjoying the gritty wet sand squishing between my toes, as Grandpa busied himself baiting his hook with a combination of Night Crawlers and wet bread balls…(a kind of worm sandwich, which I guess is irresistible if you’re a fish). It was a glorious Spring day, and I was fishing with my grandpa. Could life get any sweeter?
But when we’re at our happiest, it seems, that life has to reminds us the importance of cherishing these moments; an unexpected curve in the form of a barge caused the tide to rise and swept my pretty white sandals into the river. Hearing my distressed cries, Granddad rushed to my side. Sobbing, all I could do was point to my sandals, rapidly floating away.
Reassuring me it would be alright he grabbed his rod & reel, waded into the river until he stood in hip-deep water, cast his line, and gingerly retrieved my sandals. At that moment, sunlight returned to my world and grandpa was my hero.
Perhaps that’s what love is: when life is it’s most troubling, and everyone seems to have abandoned you, when you feel your loneliest, least loved and lovable, someone wades into the water for you. Perhaps love is the simple act of letting someone know they’ll never have to stand alone.
As the Wheel turns, and the old year winds down, and the New year approaches, I reflect on how much love in my life I have to be thankful for. I think of loved ones already passed to the Summerland, like Sam, my Dad, my consort, Ozzie, my beloved grandmothers…I think of how they filled my soul, shaped my heart, and changed my life, and I am thankful.
I think, of my fiancé, Michael, for whom the love I feel today is eclipsed with each sunrise, and my thankfulness is beyond my pitiful words to adequately express. When I think of how blessed, happy and magic my life is because he’s in it, I praise the Mighty Ones for creating this strong, incredible man and leading me to him. All my Heart Songs have a name now, and each one sings “Michael.”
I think of my beautiful mother, who taught me the meaning of courage, loyalty and integrity, that real love is limitless, and gives without asking, “What’s in it for me?” For her tender grace and selfless dedication to her family, I am thankful for this amazing woman, and my great fortune to have had her hand guide me. I have come to appreciate her most in recent years. Perhaps this is what they call “wisdom.”
For my younger brother, whom I adore, and as kids, alternately mothered and bullied, as big sisters often do (rank has its privileges, right?), whose quirky humor has so often rocked me with laughter my sides ached, tears rained down my face, and I needed a change of underwear, and I am thankful. Even as a boy, he was always willing to wade into the water for me and still does.
For friends that are and have yet to be, who weave their own unique, dazzling threads into the tapestry of my life and make it sing with color, I am thankful. You are the friends with whom I’ve cried and laughed, conspired and fought, and sat up whole nights feasting on cheap wine coolers, port wine cheese and generic Ritz-like crackers watching countless sunrises. You kept me grounded when I needed it, and flew beside me when dreams came true. I thank you for teaching me a sense of humor is the glue that holds us together when everything around us is falling apart. Your value is immeasurable. Thank you for the memories we’ve made and the adventures that lie ahead.
I raise the mead horn and invoke blessings upon all of you. May our parting words always be ones of love.
The world is always moving, always changing. Even when our journey ends, the world will keep on keepin’ on, and the best we can hope for is, the lives whom our lives touched were left better for the touching. The Rede instructs “harm none”–a worthy goal, but ultimately unrealistic. No one goes through life without doing harm sometime. However, we can at least strive to tread lightly, so when our lives intertwine with others, we cause no more pain than a brush with a butterfly’s wings.
One day, we all must pass through the Veil, like those before us. No avoiding it: the inescapable outcome of Life is Death. And yet, even Death is not final, for we are like flowers, blooming again and again. The journey is circular, with Life being triumphant in the end, and those we’ve loved once, we will likely choose to love again. But life often moves so fast, we forget the people and love that blesses it; we plan as though our bodies, and not our souls, are eternal, always meaning to say or do some little thing to show our loved ones what they mean to us. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you promise, but somehow, tomorrow keeps becoming the next day and the next, until all the tomorrows run out. And it would have only taken a moment to remember…The present moment only is the only one we can be sure of. The promise of tomorrow may well be a broken one.
“Remember.” Remember now, while today is bright and her perfume still fills your lungs, while the taste is sweet upon your tongue. Remember the moments of regret when you cared more than you wanted, and the moments you thought your heart would break from being unable to contain all the happiness in it. Remember the dark times, so when the light returns, you’ll appreciate it all the more. Remember to rejoice in the dance that is life…remember to love…
Stop and remember love is the bread of the heart and the water from a bottomless well; when we feed others and allow them to drink from us, our own hunger and thirst is satisfied. Without Love to sustain us, life seems smaller…We seem smaller, withering from within.
It’s ten years since my grandfather came to me with a fishhook that opened a gate to so many memories and feelings I thought were lost. Even in death, he loved me. Even in death, he was telling me he would always be there to wade into the water for me.
And if I loved him, I’d be willing to do the same for others.
The most meaningful legacy we can give to someone is the love passed onto us by others. So for all who gave freely from your hearts to me, you’ve paid me your highest honor. I’m thankful for your awesome gift. May I always remember to let you know I love you. Love is my tribute to all of you…and my grandfather.
Namasté. by Allanna Linville, aka Maré )O( 8/02/05, Submitted To GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast
Silliness – Deep Thoughts from the Shower – Maybe Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?’ isn’t a show that displays how stupid grown adults can be, but rather, a show that depicts how much useless information we teach grade schoolers that won’t be retained or applicable later in life. – via Shower Thoughts