Clouds and drippiness, although the pouring rain between 6 and 8am may have been the worst of it for the weekend. Over 1/4 inch of rain, 58F, 100% humidity and wind gusting into the teens and the sun supposed to come out this afternoon.
Yesterday flew past because we had so much to do. I had to make sure that the display stuff went back and clean up my sewing stuff in front, then do newsletter pieces. Tempus worked on a cutting board that we’re refurbishing and then in back. We had a lot of customers in yesterday, but mostly people looking rather than buying.
Amor called in the early evening and I talked to him for awhile, then Amy came in for Sewing and Tempus talked with him, while we were sewing. After she headed out, we went home, since it was nearly newspaper time and Tempus had a little shopping to do first.
I worked on the computer awhile at home, than read and sewed until I got sleepy. Even with the rain Tempus was moving at a fairly good clip last night. He got in right around 6:30, just as the rain got going and it poured!
As we were heading out this morning I watched a squirrel bounce his way across the lawn and it reminded me of the hummingbird that delighted Jeanne and me as I was finishing up on the huckleberries on Tuesday. It flew back and forth across the yard flashing a jewel-tint red throat, eventually landing on a bush with long tubes of pale orange flowers. As he was eating from the flowers, you could see his black beak inside them!
I’m going to finish setting up the week’s newsletters and start on putting the Samhain stuff into the newsletter files, then I have more herbs to work on, again.
<giggling> Picturing responses…and Tempus is talking about doing these with LEDs for the shop.🙂
Today’s Feast is Michaelmas. During the Middle Ages Michaelmas was a Holy Day of Obligation, nearly equal to Easter. It was a day when yearly rents were due (the harvest is in by now….) when university terms began (still do, for many) and folks had a fun party. Some folklore has it that this is the day that Michael dumped the devil out of heaven. Goose is traditionally associated with the festival. (….so are dragons….) – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michaelmas
Today’s Plant is Evening primrose, Oenothera species, sometimes called Sundrop or Suncup in Oregon. The young roots can be eaten like a peppery-flavored vegetable and the shoots can be used in salad. It can be used in poultices for wound-healing and to ease bruises. (Sun…it’s drying) Clinical trials don’t support the traditional uses for treatment of PMS (particularly bloating and water retention) or cervical ripening in pregnancy, but one of the varieties has promise as a treatment for breast cancer. – Masculine, Sun, Fire – This herb is often called the King’s Cure-all, used by a ruler to cure scrofula. It has powers of healing, particularly for drying “wet” wounds or injuries. It can be used in sleep sachets, and for spells to cure (or cause) alcoholism.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evening_primrose
The shop is open 11-7pm 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
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 10/5 at 11:40am. 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 10/3 at 11:40pm.
By week’s end, big macho Venus is closing right in on delicate little Mars, low in the eastern dawn.
As the stars come out in late twilight, look high above the Moon for Altair. After dark, examine the sky about a fist at arm’s length upper left of Altair for dim little Delphinus, the Dolphin. A little less far straight above Altair is smaller, dimmer Sagitta, the Arrow. (Binoculars will help.)
Saturn (magnitude +0.5, in Ophiuchus to the right of Sagittarius) glows in the south-southwest at dusk. Can you still find Antares twinkling 13° to Saturn’s lower right? Get your telescope on Saturn early before it goes any lower!
Goddess Month of Mala runs from 9/6 – 10/2
Celtic Tree Month of Muin/Vine, Sep 2 – 29
Celtic Tree Month of Gort/Ivy, Sep 30 – Oct 27
Runic half-month of Gebo/ Gyfu – Sept 28-Oct 12 – Gyfu represents the unity that a gift brings between the donor & recipient. It is a time of unification, both between members of society and between the human and divine. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 102
©2017 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Celtic Tree Month of Muin/Vine Sep 2 – 29 – Muin – (MUHN, like “foot”), vine – The grape (Vitis vinifera L.) is a vine growing as long as 35 m (115 feet), in open woodlands and along the edges of forests, but most commonly seen today in cultivation, as the source of wine, grape juice, and the grape juice concentrate that is so widely used as a sweetener. European grapes are extensively cultivated in North America, especially in the southwest, and an industry and an agricultural discipline are devoted to their care and the production of wine. Grapes are in the Grape family (Vitaceae).
Celtic Tree Month of Gort/Ivy, Sep 30 – Oct 27 – Gort – (GORT), ivy – Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 30 m (100 feet) long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated in North America. It is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 29 Low 2:16 AM 1.2 7:12 AM Set 12:46 AM 56
~ 29 High 9:01 AM 5.6 7:00 PM Rise 3:53 PM
~ 29 Low 2:32 PM 3.5
~ 29 High 8:11 PM 6.2
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – There’s only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.
~ Tell me what company you keep, and I’ll tell you what you are. – Miguel de Cervantes
~ The entire fruit is already present in the seed. – Tertullian
~ The less you know, the more you believe. – Bono
~ The mind is the cause of bondage and liberation for all mankind. – Maitri Upanishad
TO AUTUMN – John Keats (1795-1821)
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Harmon lists To Autumn as the most anthologized poem in the English language. It was written on September 19, 1819
From Snagged and Sharing (a now-defunct blog) A story that touched my heart and made me think…..
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the Quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s The unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few Hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement ham-shack with a Steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those Lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you About it. I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my Ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net.
Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a Tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like He should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he Was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.” I was intrigued And stopped to listen to what he had to say.
“Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure They pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and Your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work Sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your Daughter’s’ dance recital” he continued. “Let me tell you something that Has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.”
And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand Marbles.”
“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average Person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some Live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years. “Now Then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the Number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire Lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I’m getting to the important part.
It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this In any detail”, he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over Twenty-eight hundred Saturdays.”
“I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had About a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and Bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three Toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them Inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to My gear.” Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it Away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on The really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your Time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.
“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and Take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very Last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing We can all use is a little more time.”
“It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your Family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year Old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!”
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed Off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about I had planned to work On the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few Hams to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and Woke my wife up with a kiss.
“C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.”
“What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.
Oh, nothing special, it’s just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store While we’re out? I need to buy some marbles…