It’s between 55 and 60 all around here, 56 at the closest thermometer with almost no wind, even down by the water. It’s misty. We’re getting a tiny sprinkling which isn’t even enough to wet the pavement.
Yesterday I still didn’t feel all that well. I really don’t know what’s going on, but a lot of the pain I was in seems to be my neck again. I didn’t *do* anything to it, it’s just periodically decides to go on a rampage…. Last time I walked around for a month with my head on my shoulder…
So, I didn’t try to do very much. I had Tempus bring my some of the small plants and tended them at my desk, cutting off dead leaves and such. Tempus was running in and out, trying to sort of some of the stuff in the car and finding things that I needed to work with.
We had a bunch of customers in late in the afternoon, mostly families, all having been to the Chocolate Frog… and one set were eating Crickettes…. not sure I would. 🙂
Tempus headed out early in the evening to pick up Jay and a friend so they could come down to the shop for awhile. We had a good time visiting and went across to the Chinese restaurant for supper, talking food the whole while. He’s looking to start trying to some of the recipes that House Capuchin has been creating, wanting to cook some things now that he’s in his new place.
I got dropped at home and spent the evening sewing, watching Tudor Monastery Farm and eventually reading, and my neck let go, finally. Tempus had a good run, but got unexpectedly rained on…well, he had to run the wipers, so he calls that rain…. and got in at about 6:15.
We’re open, having coffee and then are going to get going on sorting out some stock. I want to do some work on the herbs in back, trying to whittle down the pile, get things out of the wrong shelves and improve the compost heap at home. 🙂
I’m going to bet on Tempus napping at some point, though. 🙂
From 6/23/15 by Ken Gagne in Yachats – Cormorant
Today is the anniversary of the day in 1908 that a massive explosion occurred near the Podkamennaya Tunguska River in what is now Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia, knocking over 80 million trees over 2,150 square kilometres (830 sq mi). This is also known as the “Tunguska event“. This event, while beloved by UFOlogists and Conspiracy Theorists, most likely was some kind of meteoric airburst event, whatever the source of the material, comet or asteroid, but there are other possibilities… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event
Today’s Plant is Blackthorn, Prunus spinosa, sometimes called “sloe”, wish-thorn or faery tree. The blossoms, the fruits and the crimson sap display the three colors of the Great Goddess: white, black, and red. The dangerous long spikes and the red “blood” that flows in the veins of this tree enhance the dramatic effect of Her symbolism. Blackthorns are sacred to the Luantishees, which are Blackthorn Fairies who guard the trees. It makes great walking sticks, such as shillelaghs. The fruit and leaves contain Vitamin C, organic acids, tannins, and sugars. Otzi, the “Iceman” had fruits in his stomach, even though they’re pretty bitter for food. Good wines and liqueurs are made from the fruits. Steep the flowers for a diuretic, tonic, and laxative. Dried fruits can treat bladder, kidney and stomach ailments. Boil the leaves for a mouthwash or to sooth the throat from tonsillitis or laryngitis. – Feminine, Saturn, Earth – Blackthorn symbolizes the inevitability of Death, Good in magicks of protection and revenge, strife and negativity, the balance between light and darkness. The staves cane help in exorcism, to make wishes, in divination and general protection magicks. Being a plant that’s bad to tangle with it also symbolizes not only death and the conquering of death, but the wisdom gained in life and beyond life and can be used in magicks for the gaining of such wisdom. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus_spinosa
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Today’s Astro & Calendar
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 at the Tide Change on 7/8 at 9:07pm. Waxing Crescent phase – Keywords for the Crescent phase are: expansion, growth, struggle, opportunity. It is the time in a cycle that you gather the wisdom learned in the new phase and communicate your intention to move forward. Light a candle. Write or read an affirmation. LISTEN & ABSORB. Commit to your goal. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, energy and enthusiasm – Associated God/dess: Artemis & Apollo, Mayet/Djehuti, Freya/Frey. Phase ends at the Quarter on 6/30 at 5:51pm. Waxing Gibbous Moon – From seven to fourteen days after the new moon. For spells that need concentrated work over a ¼ moon cycle this is the best time for constructive workings. Aim to do the last working on the day of the Full moon, before the turn. Keywords for the Gibbous phase are: analyze, prepare, trust. It is the time in a cycle to process the results of the actions taken during the First Quarter. During this phase you are gathering information. Give up making judgments; it will only lead to worry. Your knowledge is incomplete. Laugh. Analyze and filter. LOOK WITHIN. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, but in the uncommitted phase, the Warriors – Associated God/desses: Dion, Dionysius, Venus, Thor. Phase ends at the Full on 7/7 at 9:07am.
First-quarter Moon (exact at 8:51 p.m. EDT). The “star” left of the moon is Jupiter.
And this evening, the Moon’s dark limb will occult (cover) the bright, tight double star Gamma Virginis (Porrima) for much of the U.S. and Canada. The event happens in daylight for the West, twilight for the central longitudes of the continent, and later in darkness for the East. See more in the July Sky & Telescope, page 50. Here are detailed timetables for hundreds of cities and towns. (The UT date of the event is July 1st.) Plan ahead!
This just might be the sharpest image of Saturn ever taken from the ground. Damian Peach and six colleagues acquired it on June 11th using the 1-meter Pic Du Midi reflector high in the French Pyrenees. “Rarely seen details are observed, such as small ringlets within Ring C, including the Maxwell and Colombo divisions,” writes Peach. “The Encke division is easily observed around the entire [outer] A ring. Note the strong blue colouration of the southern hemisphere shining through the Cassini division.” South is up.
Goddess Month of Rosea runs from 6/13 – 7/10
Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak, Jun 10 – Jul 7 –
Runic New Year and half-month of Fehu/ Feoh, 6/29-7/13 Important in the runic year cycle, today marks beginning of the first rune, Feoh, sacred to Frey and Freya (Freyja), the lord and lady often worshipped in modern Wicca. It is the half-month of wealth and success. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
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Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak, Jun 10 – Jul 7 – The oak of myth and legend is the common oak (Quercus robur L.). It is sometimes called the great oak, which is a translation of its Latin name (robur is the root of the English word “robust”). It grows with ash and beech in the lowland forests, and can reach a height of 150 feet and age of 800 years. Along with ashes, oaks were heavily logged throughout recent millennia, so that the remaining giant oaks in many parts of Europe are but a remnant of forests past. Like most other central and northern European trees, common oaks are deciduous, losing their leaves before Samhain and growing new leaves in the spring so that the trees are fully clothed by Bealltaine. Common oaks are occasionally cultivated in North America, as are the similar native white oak, valley oak, and Oregon oak. Oaks are members of the Beech family (Fagaceae). Curtis Clark
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 30 Low 12:22 AM 1.9 5:35 AM Set 12:57 AM 37
~ 30 High 5:57 AM 5.9 9:05 PM Rise 1:10 PM
~ 30 Low 12:25 PM 0.4
~ 30 High 7:04 PM 7.0
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Be happy, happiness brings balance and peace in world. It is part of the medicine Earth Mother needs to heal.
~ The key to wisdom is knowing all the right questions.- John A. Simone, Sr.
~ The only certain means is to render more and better service than is expected of you, no matter what your task may be. Og Mandino
~ The protesters should fall in love with hard and patient work – they are the beginning, not the end. – Slavoj Žižek:
~ The purpose of life is not to be happy. The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make some difference that you lived at all. – Arthur H. Prince
This adventure is made possible by generations of searchers strictly adhering to a simple set of rules. Test ideas by experiments and observations. Build on those ideas that pass the test. Reject the ones that fail. Follow the evidence wherever it leads, and question everything. Accept these terms, and the cosmos is yours. – Neil deGrasse Tyson, 2014
The Bee Goddess Calls by Judith Shaw – Bee Meditation by Anja ©M. Bartlett 2017
Read and perform to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKEUJaQcPrg
Spring arrived in the Northern Hemisphere and all of Goddess’s children are waking up from our winter slumbers. Birds are singing, fruit trees are blossoming, bees are buzzing, and early spring bulb flowers are in full bloom. Signs of spring fever are evident as we find ourselves full of energy and vitality for new projects and relationships.
As new life emerges from the Earth we can more easily reflect on our place in the greater scheme of life. It’s a good time to question the values of our consumer society and ask if there is another way.
In contrast to these values of domination, separation, and consumption, ancient wisdom traditions teach that we are all connected – to each other, to all life, to the whole natural world and to the spiritual cosmos.
One canary in the coalmine that points out the lack of balance we have created with our industrial, military, consumer society is the disappearance and collapse of bee colonies all around the world. This is something that we ignore at our own peril. Without bees we could lose 30% of our food crops.
The relationship between humans and bees dates back to prehistoric days. Cave paintings found in Spain, from between 6000 and 8000 BCE, depict our Neolithic ancestors gathering honey from wild bee colonies.
The ancients believed that the bees’ ability to make honey was a gift from the divine. Bees who give us their sweet honey, used for food, drink and medicine have long been associated with Goddesses all around the world.
In ancient Egypt the main temple of the Goddess Neith was known as the “House of the Bee.” She was often depicted as a veiled Goddess which perhaps was an allusion to bees, often called hymenoptera meaning “veil winged”. In truth the bees’ wings are beautiful lace-like fluttering veils.
The Greeks, who only knew how to collect wild honey, inherited bee keeping from the Minoans, who worked with and honored bees since the beginning of the Neolithic era. The Great Mother Goddess was often called “Melissa”, meaning “the Queen Bee.” In the myth and imagery of both cultures, associations of the Mother Goddess with the little honeybee are abundant.
India’s ancient sacred text, the Rig-Veda, contains numerous references to bees and honey. The Indian Bee Goddess, Bhramari Devi, whose name comes from the Hindi word bramari, meaning ‘bees’, is said to make Her home within the heart chakra. Here She emits the buzzing sound of Bees. All across ancient India the humming of bees represented the essential sound of the universe.
Bees are also sacred to the Celtic Goddess Brigid. The ancient Celts believed that Brigid’s bees brought their magical nectar to earth from her apple orchard in the Otherworld. Her power, manifesting through bees, endures through time. A Christianized version of Brigid, Gobnait, protected Her people with the help of bees. She thwarted a band of robbers attempting to steal the people’s cattle, by looseing a swarm of bees on the rustlers, sending them fleeing in terror.
Through working with bees I have learned personally what amazing community organizers they are. The ancients saw bees as beings that create order. Each bee diligently works their part of the community with cooperation and organization, ensuring the welfare of all. Perhaps the early Neolithic people, in whose hearts the Goddess reigned, were inspired by the honeybee to create their own communities of cooperation and harmony. While at the same time bees made the early agricultural societies possible through their work as pollinators of many of our favorite foods. Like the honeybee, the modern day Way of the Goddess is one that honors a balanced approach to living in nature; an approach that honors cooperation, harmony and work well done.
Now that spring has arrived, I rejoice in the return of the honeybees to my garden and in the magic of new life as it emerges from the dark, fertile Earth. The Bee Goddess calls us all to remember that through loving cooperation, focus and hard work, we can produce life’s sweet nectar.
Now it is time to sink into yourself. Take a deep breath and let it out, letting tension flow with it. Take another and close your eyes, listening to the sound of the bees. Let your attention sink down into your body. Take another breath and let your attention sink into your belly where you rest.
Listen to the sound of the bees. You rest in the warmth and the dark and the singing of your family around you. You grow and grow and at some point become aware of your body growing in a small chamber, growing in the warmth and darkness and humming until you are cramped by the walls.
Then you pop open the door of the chamber. You push and wriggle, encouraged by the singing of your sisters, until you stand free of the wax cell you lived in for so long, hearing their song so clearly, now.
You fan your wings and the little workers clean and dry you as you rest in the warmth and dark. They bring your honey and feed you, and royal jelly, too, and you rest and grow some more, feeling quiet and safe and protected.
Then an itching starts in your wings, a restlessness in your belly and you follow the dancing sisters through the hive until you see light penetrating the warmth and darkness from an opening.
The restlessness grows and you wave your wings, dancing and jumping until you are flying, leaving the song that you have lived in so long, flying upwards towards the beautiful light of the sun.
Workers and drones follow you in your flight, the workers falling back but the strongest of the drones catching up to mate with you and fall away, dying, having sacrificed themselves to the needs of your family.
You are the Queen. You are fertile. You are cared for. You rest, warm, secure, clean and fed, listening to the song that swells around you again.
Now, begin to return to human form. You have toes and fingers. Wiggle them. Take a deep breath. You have arms and legs. Move them. Take another breath.
You have a human body. Sit up and when you are ready open your eyes.
Melissa! Goddess! We honor you and the work of your sisters! We remember how necessary you are to life and send healing and energy to your hives, at this warmest, brightest time of the year.
**Shooting an empty gun.
**Hunting in an empty forest.
**A few walls short of a complete house.
**A few crumbs short of the cake.
**His porch light is flickering.
**No grain in the silo.
**Receiver is off the hook.
**Too much yardage between the goal posts.
**Not the sharpest pencil in the box.
**About a half a bubble off level.
**Not the brightest crayon in the box.
**A few gunmen short of a posse.
**Missing some of dots on his dice?
**Only got One Oar In The Water.
**Not the quickest bunny in the forest.
**The porch lights on, but nobody’s home.
**Too much chlorine in the gene pool.
**Not the brightest bulb on the tree.
**Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
**The cheese has slipped off the cracker.
**Not the brightest star in the galaxy.
**Not the sharpest tack in the box.
**I.Q. of two, but takes three to grunt.
**Thinks the Hard Rock Cafe is a restaurant for boulders.
**Tried to read a book “between the lines.”
**A few chocolate chips short of a cookie.
**A few tantrums short of a toddler.
**A couple gallons short of a swimming pool.
**IQ lower than your average rock.
**A couple apples short of a bushel.
**Several aliens short of a UFO.
**A few CDs short of a jukebox.
**Elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top.
**One brick shy of a fireplace.
**One bubble short of a bath.
**Wheels are spinning but the tires are off the ground.
**One eye closed and can’t see out of the other.
**One tree short of a hammock.
**He thinks the Mexican border pays rent.
**If he blew up a balloon his head would deflate.
**Two slices of bread shy of a sandwich.
**A few clowns short of a circus.
**A few fries short of a happy meal.
**An experiment in Artificial Stupidity.
**Dumber than a box of hair.
**A few peas short of a casserole.
**The wheel’s spinning, but the hamster’s dead!
**One fruit loop shy of a full bowl.
A few feathers short of a whole duck.
**Body by Fisher, brains by Mattel.
**Warning: Objects in mirror are dumber than they appear.
**Couldn’t pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
**He fell out of the stupid tree and hit every branch on the way down.
**An intellect rivaled only by garden tools.
**As smart as bait.
**Sharp as a marble.
**Doesn’t have all his dogs on one leash.
**Elevator doesn’t go all the way to the top floor.
**Forgot to pay his brain bill.
**Her sewing machine’s out of thread.
**His antenna doesn’t pick up all the channels.
**His belt doesn’t go through all the loops.
**If he had another brain, it would be lonely.
**Missing a few buttons on his remote control.