It’s 57F, but was down to 33F last night! Everything was frozen this morning and there are some pictures that I’ll add for tomorrow’s newsletter. There’ only a little breeze, mostly it’s just very still with the occasional cooking smell wafting by. One neighbor used a turkey fryer today and another a smoker. 🙂
Still not being up to doing a lot, I spent yesterday and part of today online helping people sort out cooking issues and reading about various kitchen disasters and triumphs! This has to be the best one.
“Dianna Haught – Today in cooking with Dianna: I’m afraid to announce that the kitchen was bombed. Yours truly tripped over Loki and dropped an unopened 5lb bag of flour – which promptly opened! Loki offered to help with clean up. I look like the ghost of Thanksgiving past.” What a marvelous way to make a mess into something fun to remember! It sounds like folks are getting it together and tummies are going to be happy!
Tempus didn’t get home until past 10am. This is one of the biggest newspapers of the year, to put it mildly, and he’s doing a week’s worth of full-time on the morning papers while his boss is on vacation. He’s still asleep.
We got our turkey set up late in the evening assuming that it was going to take until about when Tempus got home, but it finished at about 3:30am! I had to pull it in kit form (I’m still on lift-weight restrictions) and fridge it. I’ve puttered a bit, setting up a couple of dishes, but although I can actually eat and *want* to, finally, I can’t eat much at a time, yet, so our feast (just the two of us) will be a dish or two at a time over the rest of the day.
Yeah, I went almost two weeks without wanting to eat and then several days where I had to fight to make sure each tiny bite went down and stayed put, and then a few more where eating was something I knew I *had* to do, but *really* didn’t want to. Well, this is my Thanksgiving! I love food, as if you can’t tell, 🙂 and it really made me feel even more ill and unlike myself. In other news on that, I’m partly healed up. The incisions are itching, but I’m past the worst and actually managed to sleep last night…. well, this morning… for about 6 hours at a time in bed, instead of in a chair.
Thank you all for your good wishes and understanding over me being ill! The shop will be open tomorrow whether I can make it or not (still up for debate) and definitely on Saturday. ….and as a thank you for those who read the whole newsletter, if you mention that you read the newsletter when you’re in the shop at any point Friday to Monday this weekend, we’ll give you 10% off your entire purchase! We’re hoping to do some kind of drawing for Small Business Saturday, but you’ll have to wait for tomorrow to see anything about that. 🙂
A beautiful picture from Ken Gagne again, this time from up the Yachats River.
<giggling> Just ‘cuz I just gotta!
Today’s Plant is Pearly Everlasting, Anaphalis margaritacea, sometimes called Life-Everlasting. The “everlasting” part of the name comes from the fact that the flowers dry well and can be used as decorations during the winter months. The flowers can be soaked in essential oils for adding to potpourris. There are a number of medicinal uses for this plant, particularly as poultices and often as a decoction added to a hot bag of some sort (iow, put it on a washcloth, warm and put a heating pad on top of that) for bruises, sprains and to the chest for bronchitis, among others –Feminine, Venus, Air – Add to spells that are long-term. Can
be useful in a sachet/potpourri/amulet since the flowers will soak up essential oils and release the scent over time. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anaphalis_margaritacea
Late November, the Bogong Moth Dreaming, Australia – At one time this was a standard festival for several tribes, where disputes were settled, rites of passage performed and a food source was honored. Sadly the festival feast no longer can include the moth caterpillars since they are too toxic from pesticide use… more on the moth itself, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bogong_Moth
The shop is closed today for Thanksgiving. Winter hours are 11am-5pm, Thursday through Monday. Please note that the shop will be closed on 12/25 for Christmas and 1/1 for New Years. We will be open on Wednesday 12/23 and Thursday, 12/24 for last-minute shoppers. 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,
Full Moon – The day of the day before and day after the true Full Moon. “And better it be when the moon is full!”! Prime time for rituals for prophecy, for spells to come to fruition, infusing health and wholeness, etc. A good time for invoking deity. FRUITION Manifesting goals, nurturing, passion, healing, strength, power. Workings on this day are for protection, divination. “extra power”, job hunting, healing serious conditions Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. God/dess Aspect: Mother/Abundance/Kingship – – Associated God/desses: Danu, Cerridwen, Gaia, Aphrodite, Isis, Jupiter, Amon-Ra. Phase ends on 11/27 at 2:44am. 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 12/10 at 2:29am.
Does night already seem to be falling about as early as it ever will? You’re right! We’re still almost a month away from the winter solstice — but the Sun sets its earliest of the year around December 7th, and right now it already sets within only about 2 minutes of that time (if you’re near latitude 40° north). A surprising result of this: The Sun actually sets a trace earlier on Thanksgiving than on Christmas, even though Christmas is around solstice time! This offset is made up for by the opposite happening at sunrise: the Sun doesn’t come up its latest for the year until January 7th. Blame the tilt of Earth’s axis and the eccentricity of its orbit.
Uranus is well placed in Pisces in the evening sky all month. Credit: Starry Night Software
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Goddess Month of Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree Month of Ruis/Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22
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. Runic half-month of Isa/ Is November 28-12 Literally, ‘ice’: a static period. The time of waiting before birth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
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Ruis Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22 – Ruis – (RWEESH), elder – Celtic tree month of Ruis (Elder) commences (Nov 25 – Dec 22) – Like other Iron Age Europeans, the Celts were a polytheistic people prior to their conversion to (Celtic) Christianity. The Celts divided the year into 13 lunar cycles (months or moons). These were linked to specific sacred trees which gave each moon its name. Today commences the Celtic tree month of Elder.
Elder or Elderberry (Sambucus) is a genus of fast-growing shrubs or small trees in the family Caprifoliaceae. They bear bunches of small white or cream coloured flowers in the Spring, that are followed by bunches of small red, bluish or black berries. The berries are a very valuable food resource for many birds.
Common North American species include American Elder, Sambucus canadensis, in the east, and Blueberry Elder, Sambucus glauca, in the west; both have blue-black berries.
The common European species is the Common or Black Elder, Sambucus nigra, with black berries.
The common elder (Sambucus nigra L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (33 feet) in damp clearings, along the edge of woods, and especially near habitations. Elders are grown for their blackish berries, which are used for preserves and wine. The leaf scars have the shape of a crescent moon. Elder branches have a broad spongy pith in their centers, much like the marrow of long bones, and an elder branch stripped of its bark is very bone-like. The red elder (S. racemosa L.) is a similar plant at higher elevations; it grows to 5 m (15 feet). Red elder extends its native range to northern North America, and it is cultivated along with other native species, but common elders are seldom seen in cultivation. Elders are in the Honeysuckle family (Caprifoliaceae).
Ruis – Elder Ogam letter correspondences
Month: Makeup days of the thirteenth Moon
Meaning: End of a cycle or problem.
to study this month Straif – Blackthorn Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: SS, Z, ST
Meaning: Resentment; Confusion; Refusing to see the truth
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Th 26 High 12:34 AM 7.5 7:26 AM Set 7:59 AM 99
26 Low 6:04 AM 2.2 4:41 PM Rise 5:56 PM
26 High 11:59 AM 9.5
26 Low 6:56 PM -1.5
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – “May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner,
Stay off of your thighs!”
Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – In the play “The Glass Menagerie” by Tennessee Williams, Jim knocks over a glass unicorn that belongs to Laura. Then she says, “Now he’s just like all the other horses….He’s lost his horn. It doesn’t matter. Maybe It’s a blessing in disguise.” What do you think Laura means by a “blessing in disguise”? Has anything ever happened to you that turned out to be a “blessing in disguise?” Explain.
~ Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand. – Baruch Spinoza (1632-1677) Dutch philosopher
~ Dear IRS: I would like to cancel my subscription. Please remove my name from your mailing list. – Joe Cockler
~ I have yet to find the man, however exalted his station, who did not do better work and put forth greater effort under a spirit of approval than under a spirit of criticism.- Charles M. Schwab
~ There is something here I do not know, the knowing of which could change everything. – Terry Davis
Traditionally read at Buddhist weddings…maybe use it at yours!
This is what should be done by the man who is wise,
who seeks the good, and who knows the meaning of the place of peace.
Let him be strenuous, upright, and truly straight, without conceit of self,
easily contented and joyous, free of cares;
let him not be submerged by the things of the world;
let him not take upon himself the burden of worldly goods;
let his senses be controlled; let him be wise but not puffed up,
and let him not desire great possessions even for his family.
Let him do nothing that is mean or that the wise would reprove.
May all beings be happy and at their ease!
May they be joyous and live in safety!
All beings, whether weak or strong—omitting none—in high, middle, or low
realms of existence,
small or great, visible or invisible, near or far away, born or to be born–
may all beings be happy and at their ease! Let none deceive another, or
despise any being in any state!
Let none by anger or ill-will wish harm to another!
Even as a mother watches over and protects her child, her only child,
so with a boundless mind should one cherish all living beings,
radiating friendliness over the entire world, above, below, and all around
So let him cultivate a boundless good will towards the entire world,
uncramped, free from ill will or enmity.
Standing or walking, sitting or lying down, during all his waking hours,
let him establish this mindfulness of good will, which men call the highest
Abandoning vain discussions, having a clear vision, free from sense
he who is made perfect will never again know rebirth. – The Buddha
But I just couldn’t sleep,
I tried counting backwards,
I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned-
The dark meat and white
But I fought the temptation
With all of my might.
Tossing and turning,
The thought of a snack,
So, I raced to the kitchen,
Flung open the door,
And gazed at the fridge,
Full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey,
And buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots,
Beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling,
So plump and so round,
’til all of a sudden,
I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling,
Floating into the sky,
With a mouthful of pudding,
And a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell,
As I soared past the trees…
“Happy eating to all-
Pass the cranberries, please”.
May your stuffing be tasty,
May your turkey (or tofu) be plump,
May your potatoes ‘n gravy,
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious,
May your pies take the prize,
May your Thanksgiving dinner,
Stay off of your thighs!
…and a bonus for today…..