Featured photo by Ken Gagne!
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I haven’t been out, yet, and it’s still pretty dark, but it’s supposedly clear, still. It’s 37F with almost no wind, but the offshore buoy and the airport are registering in the upper teens. The chance of rain starts climbing around suppertime and gets to be more and more likely into Friday.
We finally got the cookery started. I did a pineapple ham and I was tending another batch of spiced nuts for most of the day. We had summer sausage and cheese and some of the spiced nuts on the table along with cookies and some other small goodies during the day. Tempus made some of his fantastic mashed potatoes and then we also had some mixed veg.
We gave up on trying to do the fried cheese. We were all too full! ….so Sash went home just past 6 with prezzies and a loaf of Tempus’ good bread and instructions on how to fry the small cheese loaf I handed him from the molds I did yesterday.
We packed up and headed home around 8pm, wiped out, and since we brought some goodies for Jeannie went in and visited for a couple of hours, then did a few home chores and crashed. The Moon was bright and the stars were pretty amazing.
Today Tempus and I are heading for Eugene. We’re going to have lunch with some friends that we don’t see very often and have a nice drive on what looks like it’ll be a pretty day. We’re trying to get back before dark, since Tempus has the paper route tonight. I’ll be at the shop until he picks me up.
A Ken Gagne photo of the Yachats Covered Bridge on 12/13/16.
Today’s Plant is Lovage, levisticum officinale. It’s a perennial, so it’ll be back in the spring. It seems to have originated somewhere near the eastern Mediterranean and has been cultivated for a long while, being a very useful plant. It has a strong, long-lasting scent, that reminds a person of celery and parsley, but with the volume turned up. It’s great in salads, but chop it small and mix with other greens or it overpowers! Both leaf and seed are great in soups, especially seafood chowders, and the roots can be eaten as a vegetable. I’ve drunk lovage cordial, which is tasty. It has a high flavonoid content, as well. Medicinally, a strong leaf tea, iced, is a good antiseptic, especially for extensive scrapes, where it takes down the sting and swelling very quickly and can be splashed on as often as needed. It can be used for mild cases of water retention, as well, and even with high blood pressure. – Masculine, Sun, Fire – This herb is often used in love magicks, but works best as a self-confidence enhancer. Take a bath with a sachet of the leaves, or make a strong tea that you toss into the bathwater before going out to meet new people or to start a new job. It also helps to squeeze a small sachet of the leaves if you’re having trouble concentrating on a task. Wiki has more: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lovage
Boxing Day is mostly a British tradition where gifts are given to tradesmen and people in the “service jobs”. It’s also a huge shopping day, like our Black Friday. When I was a kid, this was the day that we sent cards and tips to folks like the milkman and Grandma’s hairdresser. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boxing_Day
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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 1/1/18 at 6:24pm. 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 12/26 at 1:20am. 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 12/31 at 6:24am.
Will the Moon on the 30th occult Aldebaran for your location? And when?
M31, the Andromeda Galaxy, passes your zenith right after the end of twilight now (if you live in the world’s mid-northern latitudes). Binoculars will show M31 just off the knee of the Andromeda constellation’s stick figure; see the big evening constellation chart in the center of Sky & Telescope.
Ursid meteor shower – December sees activity from two meteor showers: Geminids and Ursids. Conditions are good for a meteor shower called the Ursids, which peaks just before Christmas. This is a shower for northern hemisphere observers only because the radiant, from which direction the meteors appear, lies in the northernmost constellation, Ursa Minor. Activity may be seen from December 17th to 25th, with a peak on the night of the 22nd/23rd. Rates are usually low, with a maximum rate of 10 per hour for a single observer under perfect conditions, but the Ursids have sprung a surprise with higher rates in come years. Again, moonlight will not be a problem this year. As ever, during a meteor watch, you may also see some other, random, meteors unrelated to the known showers. These are known as sporadics.
Mars and Jupiter (magnitudes +1.6, and –1.8, respectively) rise in the east-southeast around 3 to 4 a.m. First up is Mars, far to the lower right of Spica. Then Jupiter, much brighter, rises much closer to Mars’s lower left. By early dawn they’re well up in the southeast. The gap between Mars and Jupiter is closing: from 6½° on the morning of December 23rd to 3½° on the 30th. They’ll have a close conjunction, 0.3° apart, on the mornings of January 6th and 7th. Close to Jupiter this week is 3rd-magnitude Alpha (α) Librae, a very wide double star for binoculars.
Mars – The Red Planet is now rising more than four hours before the Sun and so you should be able to find it without much difficulty in the morning sky, not far from Spica, the brightest star in the constellation of Virgo. However, it remains far from the brilliant sight that it will become when closest, around opposition in July, 2018. During December, Mars will brighten from magnitude 1.7 to 1.5, so that it resembles a moderately bright star. Watch it approach Jupiter towards the end of 2017.
Goddess Month of Hestia runs from 12/26 – 1/22
Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20
Runic half-month of Jera/ Jara 12/13-12/27 – Jara signifies the completion of natural cycles, such as fruition, and has a more transcendent meaning of mystic marriage of Earth and Cosmos. *Ø* Wilson’s Almanac free daily ezine | Book of Days | December 13 Runic half-month of Eihwaz/Eoh 12/28-1/11 Represents the dead, and the yew tree, sacred to Winter shamanism. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books
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Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20, Beith – (BEH), birch – The silver birch (Betula pendula Roth) is the most common tree birch in much of Europe. It grows up to 30 m (100 feet) high, but is more often found in spreading clumps on sandy soils. It is one of the first trees to colonize an area after a mature forest is cut; this is probably a large part of its symbolic connection with new beginnings. It is cultivated in North America, often under the name of weeping birch. The three trees in my front yard form root sprouts that would take over the bed where they are planted if I didn’t cut them back. The common birch (B. pubescens Ehrh.) is almost as widespread as the silver birch, but grows primarily on acid or peaty soils. It can reach 20 m (65 feet) in height. Birches are members of the Birch family (Betulaceae). Curtis Clark
Beth – Birch – Ogam letter correspondences –
Meaning: New Beginnings; Changes; Purification.
Phagos – Beech Ogam letter correspondences to study this month
Letter: PH, IO
Meaning: New experiences and information coming
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Tu 26 High 6:13 AM 7.3 7:52 AM Set 12:09 AM 44
~ 26 Low 12:41 PM 2.7 4:43 PM Rise 12:40 PM
~ 26 High 6:10 PM 5.8
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – To be real, be yourself!
~ The only real failure in life is one not learned from. – Anthony J. D’Angelo
~ The warrior’s path is not about being aggressive, it’s about being assertive. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ There is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one’s life-reciprocity. – Confucius
~ There’s a fine line between fishing and standing on the shore like an idiot. – Steven Wright
“It can’t beat us!” Pa said.
“Can’t it, Pa?” Laura asked stupidly.
“No,” said Pa. “It’s got to quit sometime and we don’t. It can’t lick us. We won’t give up.”
Then Laura felt a warmth inside her. It was very small but it was strong. It was steady, like a tiny light in the dark, and it burned very low but no winds could make it flicker because it would not give up.” Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Long Winter
I’m a Virgo with a Gemini moon and Sagittarius rising. I like to talk. I mean I REALLY like to talk! This astrological configuration makes me a little more outgoing than most Virginians, I’m told (I don’t see it myself; but when I try to explain, at heart, I’m basically shy, I get met with gales of hysterical laughter). I also have a restless, active brain that doesn’t lend itself easily to meditation (having ADD doesn’t help). So I’m in awe of those who can turn off those intrusive outer influences and just let meditation happen. Traditional meditation becomes a major chore for me, with the end result being, I don’t practice as I should…(Though writing is a cathartic process for me…I call it “my salvation”, because it’s rescued me from more than one depression. Who knows? Maybe this is how I meditate).
Now there’s a reason for this seemingly disjointed babbling. You have to understand this fact to understand how powerful this experience was for me.
Samhain is a time for remembering and honoring our ancestors. We acknowledge our shadow selves, review lessons learned and what remains to be learned, and like snakes, we shed old skins (life lessons learned) to make way for new growth. It’s also at this time, I realize how blessed I am.
Ritually speaking, it’s also one of the busiest times of the year, and this was the fourth open Samhain circle I’d attended. When the priestess instructed us to lie on the ground as she led the group in a guided meditation, I was skeptical. “I can’t DO that!” I thought. “My brain just won’t shut up long enough!” Nonetheless, I obeyed, figuring if I couldn’t meditate, I’d at least show respect for those who could by lying quietly.
I don’t know what happened that made me more receptive than usual that night. Goddess knows, in the ten years following this experience, I’ve never been able to replicate it, but as the priestess spoke, I found myself falling easily into her voice. My heart slowed, my restless mind grew calm, and suddenly I stood on a sandy river bank, a clump of tall trees behind me. I remember her saying the place each of us had gone to was different for us all. We were supposed to wait…an ancestor would meet us there, and he/she had a gift that only “…you can know the significance of…”
It seemed I waited by that river forever, uncertain of what or whom I was waiting for, when the silence was broken by boisterous singing of an almost forgotten–but much loved–voice from my childhood:
My, oh, my,
What a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine
Headin’ my way!
Zippity-ay!” (from the 1946 Walt Disney film “Song of the South,” composed by Allie Wrubel)
This had been my grandfather’s favorite song, and even as his mind clouded and infirmity claimed him, he could still be heard singing this song, humming or making up his own words to fill in forgotten passages. If we each have a song that defines us, the upbeat lyrics and cheery melody of this tune described him. You couldn’t remain a mope for long in his presence. In 1978, advanced age and failing healh had silenced him.
But now before me was the unmistakable slim, grey, crew-cut figure of my paternal grandfather, Sam Linville. He grinned, took my hand and placed a small, hard, sharp, curved metal object wrapped in paper in my hand and closed my fingers over it. With a single word, “Remember,” he vanished. I unwrapped my gift: it was a fishhook. I knew at once its significance and smiled. My fondest memories of my grandfather are probably tied to a fishhook.
As a 4-year-old, I had idolized him. Every Saturday, my Granddad would grab his poles, tackle box, pack a lunch, and load me and the angling gear into his truck; and after a quick stop at the bait store for Night Crawlers, we’d drive to his favorite “fishin’ hole.” I don’t recall being a particularly good fisherman, or if I ever caught any fish. Come to think of it, I don’t even remember if I liked fishing. But that wasn’t the point. It was Saturday and this was our special time together. And there was nobody else like my Grandpa Sam!
My favorite fishing memory–in fact, my favorite memory EVER–of my grandfather, is when I was 6 years old; we were on the banks of the Illinois River, and I was wearing a new pair of sandals I loved. Like most kids that age I was careless, and I removed them at the river’s edge to go barefoot in the cool shallows and feel the sand between my toes….
It was such a happy moment. We had moved away from my grandparents the previous year, and our Saturday morning fishing ritual had been interrupted. But here we were again: me, enjoying the gritty wet sand squishing between my toes, as Grandpa busied himself baiting his hook with a combination of Night Crawlers and wet bread balls…(a kind of worm sandwich, which I guess is irresistible if you’re a fish). It was a glorious Spring day, and I was fishing with my grandpa. Could life get any sweeter?
But when we’re at our happiest, it seems, that life has to reminds us the importance of cherishing these moments; an unexpected curve in the form of a barge caused the tide to rise and swept my pretty white sandals into the river. Hearing my distressed cries, Granddad rushed to my side. Sobbing, all I could do was point to my sandals, rapidly floating away.
Reassuring me it would be alright he grabbed his rod & reel, waded into the river until he stood in hip-deep water, cast his line, and gingerly retrieved my sandals. At that moment, sunlight returned to my world and grandpa was my hero.
Perhaps that’s what love is: when life is it’s most troubling, and everyone seems to have abandoned you, when you feel your loneliest, least loved and lovable, someone wades into the water for you. Perhaps love is the simple act of letting someone know they’ll never have to stand alone.
As the Wheel turns, and the old year winds down, and the New year approaches, I reflect on how much love in my life I have to be thankful for. I think of loved ones already passed to the Summerland, like Sam, my Dad, my consort, Ozzie, my beloved grandmothers…I think of how they filled my soul, shaped my heart, and changed my life, and I am thankful.
I think, of my fiancé, Michael, for whom the love I feel today is eclipsed with each sunrise, and my thankfulness is beyond my pitiful words to adequately express. When I think of how blessed, happy and magic my life is because he’s in it, I praise the Mighty Ones for creating this strong, incredible man and leading me to him. All my Heart Songs have a name now, and each one sings “Michael.”
I think of my beautiful mother, who taught me the meaning of courage, loyalty and integrity, that real love is limitless, and gives without asking, “What’s in it for me?” For her tender grace and selfless dedication to her family, I am thankful for this amazing woman, and my great fortune to have had her hand guide me. I have come to appreciate her most in recent years. Perhaps this is what they call “wisdom.”
For my younger brother, whom I adore, and as kids, alternately mothered and bullied, as big sisters often do (rank has its privileges, right?), whose quirky humor has so often rocked me with laughter my sides ached, tears rained down my face, and I needed a change of underwear, and I am thankful. Even as a boy, he was always willing to wade into the water for me and still does.
For friends that are and have yet to be, who weave their own unique, dazzling threads into the tapestry of my life and make it sing with color, I am thankful. You are the friends with whom I’ve cried and laughed, conspired and fought, and sat up whole nights feasting on cheap wine coolers, port wine cheese and generic Ritz-like crackers watching countless sunrises. You kept me grounded when I needed it, and flew beside me when dreams came true. I thank you for teaching me a sense of humor is the glue that holds us together when everything around us is falling apart. Your value is immeasurable. Thank you for the memories we’ve made and the adventures that lie ahead.
I raise the mead horn and invoke blessings upon all of you. May our parting words always be ones of love.
The world is always moving, always changing. Even when our journey ends, the world will keep on keepin’ on, and the best we can hope for is, the lives whom our lives touched were left better for the touching. The Rede instructs “harm none”–a worthy goal, but ultimately unrealistic. No one goes through life without doing harm sometime. However, we can at least strive to tread lightly, so when our lives intertwine with others, we cause no more pain than a brush with a butterfly’s wings.
One day, we all must pass through the Veil, like those before us. No avoiding it: the inescapable outcome of Life is Death. And yet, even Death is not final, for we are like flowers, blooming again and again. The journey is circular, with Life being triumphant in the end, and those we’ve loved once, we will likely choose to love again. But life often moves so fast, we forget the people and love that blesses it; we plan as though our bodies, and not our souls, are eternal, always meaning to say or do some little thing to show our loved ones what they mean to us. “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you promise, but somehow, tomorrow keeps becoming the next day and the next, until all the tomorrows run out. And it would have only taken a moment to remember…The present moment only is the only one we can be sure of. The promise of tomorrow may well be a broken one.
“Remember.” Remember now, while today is bright and her perfume still fills your lungs, while the taste is sweet upon your tongue. Remember the moments of regret when you cared more than you wanted, and the moments you thought your heart would break from being unable to contain all the happiness in it. Remember the dark times, so when the light returns, you’ll appreciate it all the more. Remember to rejoice in the dance that is life…remember to love…
Stop and remember love is the bread of the heart and the water from a bottomless well; when we feed others and allow them to drink from us, our own hunger and thirst is satisfied. Without Love to sustain us, life seems smaller…We seem smaller, withering from within.
It’s ten years since my grandfather came to me with a fishhook that opened a gate to so many memories and feelings I thought were lost. Even in death, he loved me. Even in death, he was telling me he would always be there to wade into the water for me.
And if I loved him, I’d be willing to do the same for others.
The most meaningful legacy we can give to someone is the love passed onto us by others. So for all who gave freely from your hearts to me, you’ve paid me your highest honor. I’m thankful for your awesome gift. May I always remember to let you know I love you. Love is my tribute to all of you…and my grandfather.
Namasté. – by Allanna Linville, aka Maré )O( 8/02/05, Submitted To GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast
Silliness – Working Man Blues – Next, I found being an electrician interesting, but the work was shocking and I …was discharged.