It’s so *warm*! We have the shop right open so that the wind can help get rid of the dust and such that’s built up. It feels really good, although I’m being smart. I have a heater on my toes….. 56F and we’ve gotten most of an inch and a half of rain since midnight! …wow…. and we’re not done with this storm. There are a couple of layers of clouds above one, one very tattered and blowing away, another lumpy and slate grey, but the sky between is a blank pale grey and distances are obscured from the steady rain. The wind right now is steady and strong, but we have another “bulge” of it coming through late tonight where it’s supposed to get gusty.
Tempus made me a birthday meal of delicious egg toast and bacon and then fed me some Ferrero Rocher candies. 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤ . He ran a batch of errands, too, and then had to leave around 6pm to pick up the tables and chairs, do some shopping and start the paper route.
It started to rain, mid-evening, but the wind didn’t pick up as soon as they had thought it would. Of course, it started to get interesting just as Tempus picked me up. Rain would blow in the window when he opened it to put papers in boxes, splattering me on the far side of the car! Of course, it was warm, but when he had to get out to fix a mis-fired or wind-caught paper he would drip for a few…. It was gusty enough to roar in the trees up on Hospital Hill and the car danced all over 101 a couple of times when we were down near the ocean. We ran out to the spring for our weekly fill-up of good water, but even with that were done at 5:15 and crawling into bed by 5:30.
Today we got up late and came to the shop later still. We had a customer who was very apologetic about coming in when we were closed, but was dealing with leftovers from unwelcome visitors and needed a little help. We’re going to get the rest of the things from the weekend dealt with and go home early so we can spend a little time with Jeanne.
Photo by Ken Gagne – up the Yachats River on 2/5/15
Today’s plant is Crocus angustifolius (old name Crocus sulphureus) called cloth-of-gold crocus. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus_angustifolius From the RHS site, “Crocus are dwarf, deciduous perennials growing from a corm, with linear leaves usually with a silvery central stripe, and goblet-shaped, sometimes fragrant flowers in autumn or early spring. C. angustifolius is a perennial corm with narrow leaves and scented, bright deep yellow flowers, strongly feathered with dark mahogany on the outside.” http://apps.rhs.org.uk/plantselector/plant?plantid=582 Sacred to Juno and Ostara, as any crocus, it is used to attract love (carry), turn away abusive love (burn), and give visions (place on altar or by bed).
The Lupercalia is a festival of ancient Rome, with customs that seem awfully strange to us, now, but from which our St. Valentine’s Day customs possibly emerge. It’s the “Wolf Feast” in honor of the she-wolf that was the foster-mother of the twins who founded Rome. It’s also a feast in honor of Pan. The oddest part was that men would run a course around the city nude, except for bits of fresh goatskin, and whip the women and girls who would line up to be swatted for fertility and ease of childbirth! Definitely not the standard fun for Valentine’s parties…. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lupercalia
… A she-wolf, which had given birth to her whelps came, wondrous to tell, to the abandoned twins [Romulus and Remus, founders of Rome] … She halted and fawned on the tender babes with her tail, and licked into shape their two bodies with her tongue … fearless, they sucked her dugs and were fed on a supply of milk that was never meant for them. The she-wolf (lupa) gave her name to the place, and the place gave their name to the Luperci. Great is the reward the nurse has got for the milk she gave.
Ovid, Fasti II. 413
The shop opens at 11am! Winter Hours are 11am-5pm Thursday through Monday, although we’re there a lot later most nights. 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,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
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 2/26 at 6:58am. 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 2/18 at 11:33am.
The Moon rises with Jupiter late on the nights of February 14th and 15th. By dawn the following mornings, they’re on display high in the southwest.
Orion is now high in the southeast at nightfall. Left of Orion’s upper part is Gemini, headed by Castor and Pollux at far left. The stick-figure Twins are still lying on their sides. Well below their legs is bright Procyon in little Canis Minor: the doglet whose top is barely visible in profile in a dark sky. He’s currently vertical. Procyon marks his rump.
Vesta, the brightest asteroid, is visible in binoculars at magnitude 6.8 as it moves through Gemini near Pollux and Castor. Article and finder chart.
Goddess Month of Bridhe, runs from 1/23 – 2/19
Goddess Month of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Luis/Rowan, Jan 21-Feb 17, Luis (LWEESH)
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion/Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
Runic half-month of Sowulo/ Sigel, 2/12-26 It represents the power of the force of good throughout the world and is the harbinger of victory and ascendancy over darkness.
©2016 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Celtic Tree Month of Luis/Rowan, Jan 21-Feb 17, Luis (LWEESH)/rowan – The rowan, or mountain ash (Sorbus aucuparia L.) is related to servceberries. The red berries were historically used to lure birds into traps, and the specific epithet aucuparia comes from words meaning “to catch a bird”. Birds are also responsible for dispersing the seeds. Rowans thrive in poor soils and colonize disturbed areas. In some parts of Europe they are most common around ancient settlements, either because of their weedy nature or because they were planted. Rowans flower in May. They grow to 15 m (50 feet) and are members of the Rose family (Rosaceae). They are cultivated in North America, especially in the northeast.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
W 15 High 3:18 AM 7.7 7:15 AM Set 9:43 AM 84
~ 15 Low 9:33 AM 1.6 5:46 PM Rise 10:58 PM
~ 15 High 3:22 PM 6.8
~ 15 Low 9:35 PM 1.3
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
~ A guest sees more in an hour than the host in a year. – unknown
~ Ask yourself: Have you been kind today? Make kindness your daily modus operandi and change your world. – Annie Lennox
~ If you don’t have a vision, then your reality will always be determined by other’s perceptions. – Melanée Addison, Author
~ But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead. – Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885) US writer
Rereading Frost by Linda Pastan, from Queen of a Rainy Country. © W.W. Norton & Company. Reprinted with permission.
Sometimes I think all the best poems
have been written already,
and no one has time to read them,
so why try to write more?
At other times though,
I remember how one flower
in a meadow already full of flowers
somehow adds to the general fireworks effect
as you get to the top of a hill
in Colorado, say, in high summer
and just look down at all that brimming color.
I also try to convince myself
that the smallest note of the smallest
instrument in the band,
the triangle for instance,
is important to the conductor
who stands there, pointing his finger
in the direction of the percussions,
demanding that one silvery ping.
And I decide not to stop trying,
at least not for a while, though in truth
I’d rather just sit here reading
how someone else has been acquainted
with the night already, and perfectly.
Musician Takes On Missionaries by Jennifer Trout
PHOENIX, AZ. Arizona musician turned writer, Leslie Fish, goes head to head with the Christian Missionary movement in her controversial new book, “Offensive As Hell: The Joys of Jesus-Freak Bagging”. The book is a collection of tales of “how ordinary people have discouraged religion-peddling pests by using wit, humor, and a bit of luck”, and is “intended to be used for instructional purposes” but “will most likely wind up in the ‘Humor’ section in the bookstores”.
Missionary ministers are not amused. Reverend Charles Williams, of the First Church of Christ, Christian, declares the book: “An outrageous attack on religion…teaching fools to insult and terrorize good people who are only trying to save their souls. …No doubt Satanically inspired.”
On the other hand, Reverend Phillip Zarbinski, of the Unitarian Universalist Church, pronounces it: “…Embarrassingly funny. Besides being a tongue-in-cheek tactical manual, it’s a sardonic expose of the excesses of missionary zeal.”
Fish takes care to differentiate between Christians “of the decent sort” and “Jesus-Freaks”, who are characterized by their pushy missionary activities. “I wrote ‘Offensive As Hell’” she says, “Simply because I got tired of religion-pushers ringing my doorbell early in the morning, trying to tell me that their religion was better than mine, and refusing to go away when asked politely.” She began asking acquaintances about their experiences with missionaries, and collected enough stories to make this book. The tales run the gamut from the housewife who took off her clothes to the missionary who tried to interfere with a circus elephant, usually with hilarious results.
There’s no doubt that most of the stories, told in the form of jokes, really are funny. Whether they will discourage missionaries from the activities mentioned is another question.
“Offensive As Hell: The Joys of Jesus-Freak Bagging”, by Leslie Fish, is available from www.amazon.com.
My Soul Always Knows By Fran Hafey/Mysti
Today started out gloomy, lots of clouds hiding the sun and my mood felt pretty much the same way. I’d had a lot going on in my life lately and I felt weary. No matter how hard I tried to get excited about something, I just felt like sleeping or had this bored feeling.
“I know better,” I kept telling myself. I know there’s a lot of shifting going on and usually I’m so busy, I’m wishing for things to slow down, but yet here I was… moping and trying to figure out what to do next. I just didn’t feel like throwing myself into something huge, drawn out or that would take a lot of effort.
So. I sat at my desk and began to speak to Spirit and my helpers. “What am I to do next dear Spirit?” “What is it you want me to do today; I sure could use a little help here. Anything would be appreciated.”
Even my brain was tired, so… I sat a moment and then said, “Well, I’m going to do some laundry.” Yes, that’s what came to me, We don’t always get these huge epiphanies of light that tell us what to do, when to do them and how… sometimes we just have to take matters into our own hands.
Earlier in the week, I had some things happen that rocked my world. My week had consisted of lots of thinking and letting go. I felt like I had gone a couple of steps back, but then the dust settled, I knew I had actually moved quite a few miles forward. I was listening to so many other people with their woes and heartaches and a part of me wanted to just cry and say, “leave me alone”, but deep within, Spirit touched my heart and gently said…”its ok, it’ll be all right, you’re a rock of faith and I will never let you down.” I knew this. but I had been slapped around a bit lately in the physical and spiritual world, and here I was really wondering about where I stood and what I believed, I didn’t like this space, believe me. I really needed to do something and fast, so I thought. but time and time again, I remembered that fast isn’t the key, believing and knowing, having faith, are, and I felt myself going back and forth with grief, hurt and anger, back to the knowing of my soul, that everything would be all right.
We humans have been taught for so long to react to our pain and to want a quick fix we rarely give ourselves time to understand the lessons involved in our experiences.
When I take quiet time for me, I can then listen to my soul song, to that knowing deep inside of me, that voice that can often times feel so small to us, but when we truly listen it can come through loud and clear. Maybe a feeling, a knowing, a sense of no fear but of feeling peace and having faith, not jumping too far ahead of ourselves so that we feel a sense of apprehension or feel stressed because we know something good is just on the edge of our consciousness, but we don’t know what, but we do know, it’s ok, because we have faith and trust that it just is, and that we’re ok, loved and taken care of.
With this feeling and knowing comes wisdom and peace, wonderful peace, because my soul already knows, I’m going to be just fine.
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Fran Hafey is a Spiritual Counselor, Healer, Visionary Writer, Teacher and Lightworker. She provides guidance and inspiration via her Website, groups and newsletter on the World Wide Web. To read more of her articles visit the Author’s Website: http://Mystickblue.com or her Weekly inspiration group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SpiritualPathways/
She’s currently working on publishing her own books about love,inspiration, magic and nature stories for Children of all ages.
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Silliness – Late Night Funny – In a tense exchange yesterday, a U.S. Navy destroyer fired warning shots at fast-approaching Iranian naval ships. So of course, our president-elect tweeted about how overrated Meryl Streep is. – James Corden