61F, clouded over and humid…. Sticky, clammy humid….. It’s at 90% which we don’t usually get except in the middle of the night. The mist was actually spitting last night. Down on the beaches the wind is topping 10mph and gusts higher of course, but here in town it’s only enough to stir the petunia, not even the leaves of the rose outside the window.
Yesterday flew past. We got to the yard sale and got a baker’s rack which is going to become the new games display once that end of the shop is cleared. We also found another small crockpot, this one with a liner, and I finally have an American Girl doll to use for a fitting doll. They’re so expensive that this one is pretty ratty, stained and well-used, not exactly battered, put floppy in the joints, but this one I could afford! She also sold me a whole box of patterns for $5, so that was a worthwhile trip.
Once we were back we had coffee and then I picked up my latest spoon project. It’s pretty close to done, but I want Tempus to see whether it needs more sanding before I start putting the finish on. The problem with doing that was that my hands were fairly useless the rest of the day. I can type and mouse when they’re acting up, but not a lot else. <sigh>
We were busy as far as customers went, folks floating in an out pretty steadily up until around 5pm, at which point both Tempus and I were falling over. He got a nap, then I got a nap, then we headed home not long after 7pm and got some chores done before crashing out at our usual time.
I was out picking berries this morning. The huckleberries are starting! I’m thinking it might not be a bad week to head up to the old house to get some of the stuff from the garage and a couple of the plants and go berry picking in the park.
We have a bunch of chores to do today, including getting some of the boxes back out of the aisles, since Tempus had to shift them to get the new display out of the aisle, then he needs to head home to work there. There’s a table that’s in pieces in the entry to the apartment that needs to be either put together or stored upstairs. He’ll be back for esbat.
This is a pic of the North Fork of the Yachats River from the morning of 8/7/15 by Ken Gagne. He said he’d never seen the water levels so low. It’s definitely not like that this year. That uppermost taller tock in the middle right of the pic is all you can see, even yet.
Harvest Holiday – Serpen (August) 7 – This is a holiday of bread, a holiday of the harvest. In the fields people cease their reaping in honor of Volos’s beard. Thanks are brought to Volos and to Mother Earth in gratitude for a large harvest.
Today’s Feast is in honor of the Perseid Meteor Shower. They’re actually visible for most of the early part of this month, but peak right around the 13th this year. Some years you can 2 or 3 in a minute. They’re a good excuse to go down to the beach with a couple of blankets! They appear to come out of the constellation of Perseus, the “radiant” of the shower. This set of meteors is a cloud of dust from the 130-year-comet, Swift-Tuttle. Most of the dust is 1000 years or more old, but there’s one stream that peeled off of the comet only a century and a half ago! This shower is the “Games of Lugh” that give their name to the Celebration of Lughnasadh. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perseids The Celts saw these as “spears of light” that reminded them of the contests held at funerals.
Today’s Plant is Salal, Gaultheria shallon. This is a shrub, an understory plant, that ranges all up and down the west coast, from Alaska to California. They’re an invasive in wild heathlands in Europe, having been introduced back in the 1800’s. There’s a big industry in Oregon, supplying the foliage to florists. The local peoples harvested the berries as a primary food source, drying them into cakes. They make a nice crunchy snack, dried this way or individually. The young leaves are edible, too. One, nearly forgotten use, is medicinally as an astringent. Mashed with some water, they’re a great soother for sunburn or insect bites, even working on yellow-jacket stings. It also works internally on an inflamed digestive tract from ulcers to diarrhea and a tea (simple infusion) will help with a dry cough. Eat the young leaves as an appetite suppressant. – Feminine, Saturn, Juno – Use in spells as the medicinal uses, the appetite suppressant effect, particularly. This is an hardy herb, so it also can be added to spells for added duration. It also works in situations of emotional upset, particularly when there’s a sick stomach from stress. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salal
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Love & Light,
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 8/7 at 11:11am. 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 8/8/at 11:11. Eclipses – Lunar eclipses always occur on the day of the Full Moon. Positive magicks should not be performed in these months until after the eclipse is over. – Associated God/esses: Kali, Shiva the Destroyer. Not visible in the US. 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.
Full Moon (exact at 2:11 p.m. EDT). The Moon rises around sunset. Once it’s dark, can you see through the moonlight that it’s in dim Capricornus? That’s about where the full Moon at this time of year always resides.
A shallow partial eclipse of the Moon is visible tonight from eastern Europe, most of Africa and Asia, and Australia. See August 7th’s Partial Lunar Eclipse. By no coincidence, we’re two weeks — half a lunar orbit — from the total eclipse of the Sun on August 21st.
Mars is hidden in the sunrise.
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
Goddess Month of Hesperus runs from 8/9 – 9/5
Celtic Tree Month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1
Runic half-month of Thurisaz/ Thorn/Thunor, 7/29-8/12 – Northern Tradition honors the god known to the Anglo-Saxons as Thunor and to the Norse as Thor. The time of Thorn is one of ascendant powers and orderliness. This day also honors the sainted Norwegian king, Olaf, slain around Lammas Day. Its traditional calendar symbol is an axe. Runic half-month of Ansuz/ As /Os/, 8-13-8/29 – This time is sacred to the god/desses of Asgard and contains the time of the Ordeal of Odin and the festival of the Runes. This time is also referring to Yggdrasil, the Tree that give order to the Worlds. This is a time of stability and divine order visible in the world.
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Celtic Tree Month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1, Coll (CULL), hazel – The hazel (Corylus avellana L) is the source of hazelnuts. It forms a shrub up to 6 m (20 feet) tall, inhabiting open woodlands and scrubs, hedgerows, and the edges of forests. The filbert nut in North American groceries is Corylus maxima, a related species. The European hazelnut is cultivated in North America, primarily as an ornamental. Hazelnuts are in the Birch family (Betulaceae).
Coll – Hazel Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: C, K
Meaning: Creative energies for work or projects.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
M 7 High 12:28 AM 7.6 6:11 AM Set 6:05 AM 99
~ 7 Low 7:23 AM -0.8 8:33 PM Rise 8:38 PM
~ 7 High 1:48 PM 6.4
~ 7 Low 7:19 PM 2.1
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – When you find a dream inside your heart don’t ever let it go…. For dreams are the tiny seeds from which tomorrows grow.
~ Never tell a young person that anything cannot be done. God may have been waiting centuries for someone ignorant enough of the impossible to do that very thing. – John Andrew Holmes
~ Nothing ventured, nothing gained. – Njal’s Saga, c.5
~ One who looks for a friend without faults will have none. – Jewish Proverb
~ Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong. – Leo Buscaglia
A metaphysician is one who, when you remark that twice two makes four, demands to know what you mean by twice, what by two, what by makes, and what by four. For asking such questions metaphysicians are supported in oriental luxury in the universities, and respected as educated and intelligent men. – H. L. Mencken (1880-1956) US writer
Magick – IN PRAISE OF THE INNER CRONE! By Elizabeth Gilbert – Found on Facebook at – https://www.facebook.com/GilbertLiz/photos/a.356148997800555.79726.227291194019670/724587150956736/?type=1
Dear Ones – OK, we all know about the “inner child”, right? The innocent being who still lives inside of us, who needs and deserves love and care, and whom we sometimes have to channel in order to learn self-compassion?
I’m a big fan of the notion of the inner child. It can be a really healing construct. Once, when I was going through a particularly dark season of self-loathing, I taped a sweet photo of myself (age 2) on my mirror, and taught myself that any harm I did to me, I also did to HER. It made me kinder and more tender to myself. Imagining other people’s inner children makes me kinder and more tender to them.
So the Inner Child is a good thing.
These days, though, I find myself spending less time thinking about my Inner Child, and more time focused on my INNER CRONE — the old lady who lives inside me, whom I hope to someday be.
Because she’s a serious bad-ass.
The really old ladies always are bad-asses. I’m talking about the real survivors. The women who have been through everything already, so nothing scares them anymore. The ones who have already watched the world fight itself nearly to death a dozen times over. The ones who have buried their dreams and their loved ones and lived through it. The ones who have suffered pain and lived through it, and who have had their innocence challenged by ten thousand appalling assaults…and who lived through all of it.
The world is a frightening place. But you simply cannot frighten The True Crone.
Some might consider the word “crone” to be derogatory, but I don’t in the least. I honor it. The crone is a classic character from myth and folklore, and she often the bearer of great wisdom and supernatural power. She is sometimes a guardian to the underworld. She has tremendous vision, even if she is blind. She has no fear of death, which means: NO FEAR.
I keep a wall of photos of some of my favorite crones, for inspiration. The photo below is of a Ukrainian babushka named Hanna Zavorotnya who lives in (get this) Chernobyl. There are a group of about 250 such women — all tough elderly peasants — who have all recently moved back to the radioactive area around Chernobyl.
You know why they live there? Because they like it.
They like Chernobyl because that’s where they came from. They are natural-born farmers, who got kicked off their farms when disaster struck. They hated being refugees. They resented being shunted off their land after the catastrophe. They hated living in the shabby and crime-infiltrated and stress-inducing government housing in the city, and much prefer the independence of living off the land.
So they moved back home — illegally — to the most contaminated nuclear site on earth. They have formed a stupendously resilient retirement community there, in what some would call the world’s most terrifying landscape.
Is it safe? Of course not. Or, whatever. After 90 years of hard living, what does “safe” even mean? (If you survived World War II and Stalin and famine and communism’s ravages, how worried can you be about “safe”?) They drink the water. These women plant vegetables in that radioactive soil and eat them. They butcher the wild pigs that scavenge around the old nuclear power plant, and eat them, too. Their point is: “We are old. What do have to fear from radioactivity? At this age? Who cares?”
All they want is their freedom. So they take care of themselves and each other. They cut and haul their own wood. They make their own vodka. They get together and drink and laugh about the hardships of their lives. They laugh about everything, then they go outside and butcher another radioactive boar and make sausage out of him.
They are living longer and healthier lives than their peers who stayed behind in refugee housing in the cities.
I would put these women in a Bad-Ass Contest against any cocky young alleged Bad Ass you’ve got going, and I guarantee you — the Chernobyl crones would win, hands down. Put the lady in this picture in a survival contest against any Navy SEAL; she will endure longer.
We live in a society that romanticizes youth. We live in a culture where youth is considered a real accomplishment. But when you look at a seriously powerful classic crone like the woman in this photo, you see how foolish we are to obsess over youth — to imagine that the young offer much for us to aspire to, or learn from.
No wisdom like the wisdom of survival. No equanimity like the equanimity of somebody who plants a garden right on top of a nuclear disaster and gets on with it.
So these days, when my Inner Child gets all fluttery with the panic of living, I just ask myself: ” WWMICD?”