It looks interesting out there with waving tree branches and a clonking wind chime. I don’t see any dripping from the porch roof, though. It’s 56F, a lot warmer than it’s been for several days. The wind is in the teens and gusts into the 20’s so far. There’s a solid overcast at 700 feet which is making it pretty gloomy and there’s a high surf advisory from noon to midnight. Iow, this is winter on the Oregon Coast! 🙂
Tempus headed down to the shop and got open pretty close to the regular time, yesterday. He spent the day working on cleaning and putting up decorations. He said he had a few customers in, but not too many.
Yesterday was a long day of writing again for me. I changed it up a bit by making up an old recipe for mustard that Tempus and I had some of for supper, making a tomato and pork dish for a kind of sloppy joe mix and doing some laundry. I finally have all of the natural-dyed spools of thread done, so I need to get pictures of those today and then those can be put by. Late in the evening I went through a bag of stuff that was out on the porch and soggy!!!!! Ew…. Well, we’ll salvage what we can.
Today I’ll be at the shop. I’m hoping Tempus is going to get some sleep, actually. I have sewing to do and ornaments to put up and to get ready for the Saturday Herbs Workshop which entails finding some things that have been put away. I’m hoping I have enough of a work table to do some of this! Oh, and I have a couple of pansies to put in the planters. He has a kitchen to clean and the makings for a cabinet back to find.
Today’s plant is Wild ginger, Asarum caudatum – This is a different plant from the one usually used in magick, but has only slightly different properties. This is related to black pepper, kava and birthwort. –Masculine, Mars, Fire – This is used for “heating up” spells. While standard ginger is used in money, love, success and power spells, Wild Ginger is mostly used to add power, rather than on its own.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asarum_caudatum
Lamentations of Isis, ancient Egypt(Nov 13 – 14) –Today: ‘Dismemberment of Osiris’. Isis and Osiris are archetypes bearing a similarity to other divine dualities such as Ishtar and Tammuz ( Damuzi), Venus and Adonis, Mary and Jesus Christ. The tears of Isis, as she lamented Osiris, were said to cause the periodic rising of the Nile; June 18 is another such event, The Egyptian story is believed to have influenced Christianity. See also the Festival of Isia, October 28. Related bits here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Djed and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephthys
The shop opens at 11am! Winter hours are 11am-5pm, Thursday through Monday. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at email@example.com 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,
New Moon – The beginning of a new cycle. Keywords for the New phase are: beginning, birth, emergence, projection, clarity. It is the time in a cycle that you are stimulated to take a new action. During this phase the new cycle is being seeded by your vision, inner and outer. Engage in physical activity. Spend time alone. VISUALIZE your goals for the 29.6-day cycle ahead. The new moon is for starting new ventures, new beginnings. Also love and romance, health or job hunting. God/dess aspect: Infancy, the Cosmic Egg, Eyes-Wide-Open – Associated God/dess: Inanna who was Ereshkigal. Phase ends on 11/1 at 9:47pm. 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 11/25 at 2:4pm. Diana’s Bow – On the 3rd day after the new moon you can (weather permitting) see the tiny crescent in the sky, the New Moon holding the Old Moon in her arms. Begin on your goals for the next month. A good time for job interviews or starting a project. Take a concrete step! God/dess aspect: Daughter/Son/Innocence – Associated God/dess: Vesta, Horus. Phase ends on 11/1 at 9:47pm.
By about 8 or 9 p.m. this week, the Great Square of Pegasus stands in its level position very high toward the south. It’s straight overhead if you’re at the latitude of Miami. Its right (western) side points very far down toward Fomalhaut. Its eastern side points down less directly toward Beta Ceti (Diphda), not as low.
If you have a very good view down to a dark south horizon, and if you’re no farther north than roughly New York or Denver, picture an equilateral triangle with Fomalhaut and Beta Ceti forming its top two corners. Near where the third corner would be is Alpha Phoenicis, or Ankaa, in the constellation Phoenix. It’s magnitude 2.4, not very bright but the brightest thing in the area. Have you ever seen anything of this constellation before?
Uranus (magnitude +5.7, in Pisces) and Neptune (magnitude +7.8, in Aquarius) are high in the southeast and south, respectively, in early evening. Finder charts for Uranus and Neptune.
Back in the evening sky, the crescent Moon waxes above the disappearing Sagittarius Teapot.
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24
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. Runic half month of Naudhiz/ Nyd /Nauthiz – November 13- 27 – Time to prepare for winter. Bank the walls, seal the windows, make sure the shutters will close properly. The storms are coming.
©2015 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright.
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl), reed – 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
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Love is a box full of mystery.
~ The direction in which education starts a man will determine his future life. – Plato, Greek philosopher, in “The Republic”
~ I think no innocent species of wit or pleasantry should be suppressed and that a good pun may be admitted among the smaller excellencies of lively conversation. – James Boswell
~ Disciples be damned. It’s not interesting. It’s only the masters that matter. Those who create. – Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) Spanish artist
~ The farther back you can look, the farther forward you are likely to see. – Churchill
If you want to be a holy man, you’ve got to be committed. When you make a decision you cannot waver in any way. You’d never see Gandhi during a hunger strike sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night. ‘Gandhi…what are you doing down there?’ ‘Umm, I thought I heard a prowler…and I was going to hit him over the head with this big bowl of potato salad.’ -Jim Carrey
Prayer of Thanksgiving for Surprises
For a friend’s unexpected call,
for a letter unforeseen,
for the sunlight bursting through thick clouds,
for a porpoise frolicking in the water,
for seals basking in the sun,
for an invitation to dinner on a lonely eve,
for a request to “come along”;
for all the wonderful surprises of life
we give you thanks, O God of joy. Amen. – Vienna Cobb Anderson
Appropriate for many faiths
source: Adapted from “Prayers of Our Hearts” © 1991 Vienna Cobb Anderson. Reprinted with the permission of the author.
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