It’s 42F. Tempus’ grumble this morning was, “It just started to feel nice and now it’s winter again!” The clouds are mostly cirrus and wispy, but there are some leftover rain clouds in spots. Despite it raining most of the night, we’ve gotten barely 1/10 of an inch.
Yesterday, after the newsletter went out, I concentrated on getting my e-mails and the snail mail sorted out. Tempus took some mail to the PO and brought back a package… a last holiday present! A friend from the Portland area hand made me a blank book!
Wow, we got busy for awhile…. we had a dozen people come through in about an hour, which is unusual for this time of year, but it was dry and warm (right then!) and folks came out shopping. By 2pm the wind was picking up and clouds closing in and the temp dropped by 6 degrees, just enough to make folks cautious.
Once we were home I crawled in right away, but Tempus went upstairs to do chores. It took him awhile and I slept that whole time. When he got back I woke enough to talk for a few minutes and then we both went to sleep for several hours. I was awake for awhile in the middle of the night, reading, but I didn’t have the energy for more, and then we both woke around 8:30. That Thursday night paper run takes it out of both of us.
The Moon was a ghost this morning, hanging 1/2-way down the western sky, the same color as the cirrus clouds. As we came over the bridge I saw a flotilla of ducks, trailing v-shaped wakes, looking for all the world like a naval battle group. Something about the formation….
So, Herbs this morning is going to be on the preservative properties of acids, salts, freezing and drying. Sewing this afternoon will be BYOP (Bring Your Own Project) and in between I’m going to be either cooking (I have an onion pickle and a cabbage pickle to make) or working on herbs. We aren’t all the way open, yet, but will be in about 10 minutes.
A photo from 1/5/16 by Ken Gagne in Yaquina Bay of the Tabitha being given the Seal of Approval (says Tempus). Ken says it’s their new security system.🙂
Today’s plant is Candy Flower, Claytonia siberica, also called, Siberian Spring Beauty, Siberian Miner’s Lettuce or Pink Purslane) is a flowering plant in the family Montiaceae, native to Siberia and western North America. A synonym is Montia sibirica. The plant was introduced into the United Kingdom by the 18th century where it has become very widespread. It is similar to Miner’s Lettuce in properties, but not as edible. – Feminine, Moon, Water, – Sprinkling it inside the home brings happiness, so it’s good in floor washes or new home blessings. Carry it with you for luck and to protect from violence. Put it into sleep pillows or add to a dream catcher to keep away nightmares. I’ve actually slipped it between the mattress and sheets for this purpose. This one is also a spirit-lifter. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claytonia_sibirica
Tri králové is the name of this feast day in the Czech Republic. Children dress up as the Kings and visit neighbors to raise money for charities, often for children in need. (Trick or Treat for Unicef?) This is also “Chicken Step Day”, the day the sun takes a chicken step back into the sky and the end of the holiday season.
Turisi – Procines (January) 6 – This is the holiday of the bull, Jar-tur, a symbol of the strong power of life and fertility. People today celebrate this day by donning masks, parading and imitating the Great Bull. Younger and older folk alike join in playing games of enjoyment, called “Turisi”. This also ends the New Year holiday.
The Days of Volos – Procines (January) 1-6 – These moonlit and frosty nights have a name: The Holiday of the Wolves. These days are set aside for the worship of the God of pets and of cattle, whose name is Volos. We give our thanks for the animals on these days, which bring food and sustenance to our homes from ancient times. We also defend them from the ravenous wolves which attack. (Slavic Pagan Calendar)
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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 1/16 at 6:17pm. 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 1/8 at 2:25pm.
Step out early Saturday morning January 6th to catch Jupiter with Mars. They’ll appear just as close Sunday the 7th, but with Mars now under Jupiter. Just before or during early dawn on Sunday the 7th, again spot bright Jupiter in the south-southeast. Mars is now 1/3° below it (at the times of dawn for North America). Nearby is Alpha (α) Librae, a very wide double star for binoculars.
Vega still twinkles low in the northwest as night falls. It’s sometimes called the Summer Star, but it’s way out of season. It’ll soon be gone, to return next spring.
Uranus (magnitude 5.8, in Pisces) and Neptune (magnitude 7.9, in Aquarius) are best hunted right after dark — when Uranus is high in the south-southeast and Neptune hasn’t yet sunk too low in the southwest. Use our finder charts online or in the OctoberSky & Telescope, page 50.
Goddess Month of Hestia runs from 12/26 – 1/22
Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20
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
Sa 6 High 3:56 AM 7.9 7:52 AM Set 11:05 AM 81
~ 6 Low 9:46 AM 2.5 4:53 PM Rise 10:46 PM
~ 6 High 3:26 PM 7.7
~ 6 Low 10:08 PM -0.1
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I believe in this; that there is nothing sophomoric in quaint bird-like gentleness, but a roaring lion that trembles and arouses from slumber…
~ No one can claim to be called Christian who gives money for the building of warships and arsenals. – Classic Quotes by Belva Lockwood (1830-1917) US attorney
~ Nothing is easier than saying words. Nothing is harder than living them day after day. – Arthur Gordon
~ Once you become predictable, no one’s interested anymore. – Chet Atkins
~ Only he who does nothing makes a mistake. – French Proverb
Then came old January, wrapped well
In many weeds to keep the cold away;
Yet did he quake and quiver, like to quell,
And blow his nails to warm them if he may. – Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–99)
Potpourri for Candlemas
- 45 drops myrrh oil
- 1 cup of oak
- 2 cups dried heather flowers
- 2 cups dried wisteria
- 1 cup dried yellow tulip petals
- cup dried basil
- cup dried and chopped bay leaves
- Mix all ingredients in large jar or other lidded container.
- Shake often until it has cured to your taste.
Bride’s Bouquet Sachets (Brigid)
- Imbolc Potpourri (as above or below)
- 1 Yard White Netting Material
- Yellow and Pink 1/8″ width Ribbon
Potpourri is made with:
- 1/2 cup dried basil
- 1/2 cup dried chopped bay leaves,
- 1 cup dried Heather flowers
- 1 cup dried Violets
- 1 cup dried white or pink rosebuds
Blend together in non-metal bowl. Cut netting material into 4″x4″ squares. Lay out squares on a flat surface. Place 1 heaping tablespoon of potpourri in the middle of each square. Pull up all the corners to the middle of the potpourri and gather the excess material until potpourri is caught in a “bag”. Give bag on twist to the right and tie off with yellow or pink ribbon. Use enough ribbon to make a small bow in the front of the sachet. Tell children how these sachets were exchanged as symbols of good luck and fertility. – )0( GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast Archives
Laminated Window Hangings for Imbolc
you will need:
– lined paper
– laminating paper
– Imbolc cookie cutters(the big ones)
– scissors & a single hole punch
– a pencil
what to do:
- Lightly trace the shapes of candles, babies, a Triple Moon or other Imbolc figures with your pencil.
- Cut out those shapes with scissors.
- Colour in the shapes with your crayons lightly.
- Laminate the shapes with laminate paper, and cut off the excess edges, leave about 3mm extra laminate paper.
- Punch a hole through the top of the shape and hang it up in your window.
Silliness – Small Town Stop
A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street. “Officer,” the man began, “I can explain.”
“No explanation needed!” snapped the officer. “I’m going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back.”
“But, officer, I have to tell you something.” The man tried again.
“Just keep quiet! You’re going to jail and I’m not interested in what you have to say!” the officer barked.
A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, “Lucky for you that the chief is at his daughter’s wedding. He’ll be in a good mood when he gets back.”
“Don’t count on it,” answered the fellow in the cell. “I’m the groom.”