It’s one of those grey, wet mornings that are such a specialty of the coast. 47F, so it’s not too cold, but windy! The wind is at 15mph (right on the Bay) and gusting into the upper 20’s. You could really tell, crossing the bridge, since we bounced around a bit. The clouds are at 300 feet, but there’s enough water coming out of them, all like little blowing mist, that the distances are obscured and the sky itself is blank grey-white. When the rain ends tomorrow night, though, the temperature is likely to crash, hitting 26F out here on Tuesday. The Valley is likely to see snow that sticks.
Yesterday started slowly, even with customers in before the newsletter went out. As the rain started back up everything slowed down. Tempus took off to do his errands and the last of the feast shopping (I hope it’s done!) around 2pm.
I went into the back and pulled the jam ingredients out and got those done after I cooked and ate some blintzes that I had forgotten about and found when digging out the fruit. They were a little freezer-burned, so didn’t want to serve them to someone else, but I enjoyed ’em. That was 3 batches of jam from the fruit picked last summer: blackberry, huckleberry and salal. The blackberry got a touch of cinnamon, the huckles stood on their own merits and the salal got ginger, cardamom and nutmeg.
I sat in my chair and dozed off repeatedly while he was gone, since I had finished most of what I needed for the day. Of course, he was calling on the phone, so I would doze off and get startled awake. 🙂
He was back before 6pm, having had to run to the bank and re-delivered a paper that seems to have walked. It’s the same spot where several have been going missing regularly. Why would someone do that? <sigh>
So he did some cleaning up, started a babovka dough and pork chops (chops for supper….). I bustled back and forth sorting things into the totes that we’ll use tomorrow. I got the asparagus pickle made, then waited.
A blast of delicious scent hit me in the face walking into the shop. That was a plain-jane chicken broth, but it smells wonderful! We have to do coffee, set up some of the baking, then get going to putting together the rest of the feast stuff. We’ll be open in just a couple of minutes, too!
…and I’ve been feeling sick at heart over the events that sparked this toon. I wish we could get this kind of thing under control. By Pia Guerra 😦
Today’s Plant is Vanilla Leaf or Sweet-After-Death, Achlys triphylla, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Achlys_%28plant%29 . It grows all up and down the West Coast of North America and there’s another species in Japan. It was used as an insect repellent by the local peoples and has a strong vanilla scent if dried properly. It is used in Crossing the Bridge rituals along with rosemary and often placed in the hands of those who are Crossing or have just Crossed or in spells to ease their way.
Fornicalia is a feast from ancient Rome of bread and ovens and the goddess Fornax, the personification of the oven. It is the day that the spelt (wheat) for the mola salsa (sacred cakes) was toasted. We know that this day was the last of the festival which ran over several days, although either the beginning date danced around the calendar or kept changing. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fornax_%28mythology%29 (follow the links and other references) Today is another day sacred to the crocus, crocus susianus. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus_angustifolius
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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 3/1 at 4:51pm. New Moon – The beginning of a new cycle. Keywords for the New phase are: beginning, birth, emergence, projection, clarity. It is the time in a cycle that you are stimulated to take a new action. During this phase the new cycle is being seeded by your vision, inner and outer. Engage in physical activity. Spend time alone. VISUALIZE your goals for the 29.6-day cycle ahead. The new moon is for starting new ventures, new beginnings. Also love and romance, health or job hunting. God/dess aspect: Infancy, the Cosmic Egg, Eyes-Wide-Open – Associated God/dess: Inanna who was Ereshkigal. Phase ends on 2/17 at 1:05AM. Diana’s Bow – On the 3rd day after the new moon you can (weather permitting) see the tiny crescent in the sky, the New Moon holding the Old Moon in her arms. Begin on your goals for the next month. A good time for job interviews or starting a project. Take a concrete step! God/dess aspect: Daughter/Son/Innocence – Associated God/dess: Vesta, Horus. Phase ends on 2/20 at 1:05am.
Back in the evening sky, the waxing crescent Moon points the way to low, difficult Venus while twilight is still bright. Now the waxing crescent Moon is easier to see in the west-southwest after sunset. Its curved side points the way down toward Venus, as shown above.
Venus is barely beginning to emerge into view low in the afterglow of sunset. It’s a challenge! If the air is very clear, look for it just above your west-southwest horizon 10 to 20 minutes after your local sunset time. Bring binoculars. On what day will you first see it? Venus is just beginning an “Evening Star” apparition that will continue through next summer.
Goddess Month of Bridhe, runs from 1/23 – 2/19
Goddess Month of Moura, runs from 2/20-3/19
Celtic Tree Month of Luis/Rowan, Jan 21-Feb 17
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion/Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17
Runic half-month of Sowulo/ Sigel, 2/12-26 It represents the power of the force of good throughout the world and is the harbinger of victory and ascendancy over darkness.
©2018 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
Celtic Tree Month of Luis/Rowan, Jan 21-Feb 17, Luis (LWEESH)/rowan – The rowan, or mountain ash (Sorbus aucuparia L.) is related to servceberries. The red berries were historically used to lure birds into traps, and the specific epithet aucuparia comes from words meaning “to catch a bird”. Birds are also responsible for dispersing the seeds. Rowans thrive in poor soils and colonize disturbed areas. In some parts of Europe they are most common around ancient settlements, either because of their weedy nature or because they were planted. Rowans flower in May. They grow to 15 m (50 feet) and are members of the Rose family (Rosaceae). They are cultivated in North America, especially in the northeast.
Celtic Tree Month of Nuin/Nion/Ash, Feb 18 – Mar 17, Nion (NEE-uhn), ash – the common ash (Fraxinus excelsior L.) is a major tree of lowland forests in much of Europe, along with oaks and beeches. It grows to 40 m (130 feet) in open sites, with a broad crown reminiscent of American elm trees. Ash was and still is an important timber tree, and is a traditional material for the handle of a besom. The common ash is occasionally cultivated in North America, and similar native ash species are widely grown as street trees. Ashes are members of the Olive family (Oleaceae).
Ogam letter correspondences to study this month Oir – Spindle Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: TH, OI
Meaning: Finish obligations and tasks or your life cannot move forward.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Sa 17 High 1:39 AM 7.3 7:13 AM Rise 8:20 AM 0
~ 17 Low 7:25 AM 2.1 5:48 PM Set 7:54 PM
~ 17 High 1:12 PM 7.9
~ 17 Low 7:49 PM 0.0
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I am a woman..I am strong…
~ In the long run the pessimist may be proved right, but the optimist has a better time on the trip. – Daniel L. Reardon
~ Inertia seems comfortable, but those unwilling to change, change nothing. Kerr Cuhulain
~ Insanity is continuing to do the same thing over and over and expecting different results. – Albert Einstein
~ Integrity has no need of rules. – Albert Camus
Look, I don’t want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you’re alive you’ve got to flap your arms and legs, you’ve got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you’re not alive. – Mel Brooks
The night was quiet and peaceful, with only the occasional call of a whippoorwill to break the tranquil silence. The Moon was an iridescent ball of silver perched high in the heavens, illuminating the Earth below. The sky, a lovely shade of midnight blue, was sparsely speckled with the twinkle of stars. I peered out my window, enchanted by the beauty of the night. As my eyes wandered, they came to rest upon the corn field – the corn field that had broken my very heart.
In the beginning, I had worked patiently and diligently tending the soil. I tilled it – turning it over and over, so that the new could surface and the old could rest. I carefully pulled away the weeds and the remnants of the old crop to make the field ready for new planting. I fertilized and nurtured it, smoothed and moistened it. Day after day, I toiled to make it ready. Finally, I plowed it into even rows and lovingly planted it.
Every day, I tended the seed and watched for new sprouts. Tenaciously, I ripped the weeds from Earth that would rob the seeds of the nutrients necessary for their growth. And then one day, I saw it – a single, solitary sprout that had pushed its way through the soil! Within the week, the entire field was covered with a very thin mesh of green, and I felt a joy in my heart that words cannot describe! The hard work, the aching muscles, and the tender care with which I had nurtured the field was not in vain – the Earth which I loved had given birth, and was alive in the greening of the seed I had sown.
Daily, I worked in the field, delighting in the growth of the corn – revelling in its freshness – exulting in the part I had played in its birth. The rains came down, drenching the earth and the roots grew deep. The sun shone brightly on the young plants and they grew tall, reaching for the sky. Ears began to form on the stalks, and all was well with the crop.
But then the drought arrived, and the rains came no more. The sun still beamed brightly, and the roots moved deeper and deeper into the Earth in their desperate quest to find water. Alas, there was not a single drop left with which they could quench their thirst. The once luxuriant green leaves began to yellow and wither. The stalks which had stood so proudly against the sky began to shrivel and crack, and the tender ears, so newly born, dried up in death. Yes, the corn which I had helped to birth – that which I had loved so dearly – was gone. Dried up. Dead.
A tear fell from my eye as I stood looking at the field that night, remembering. A gentle breeze rustled through the old and withered stalks as I wiped away the tear. And then…I saw something! Or was it someone? Slowly and silently I crept toward the corn field to take a better look. I felt my heart beating faster and faster, as panic began to consume me. After all, it was nearly midnight and too late for visitors! Whoever was in the field was obviously up to no good, and I wanted them to leave immediately! My legs moved faster and faster – more quickly than I had dreamed they were capable – until I was, indeed, on a dead run! When I reached the old oak tree that shaded the northern edge of the field, I opened
my mouth to shout my displeasure at the trespasser; however, I fell silent as my eyes focused on the sight, and my mouth gaped wide. For there, in the center of the corn field, was a young woman in white – her hair as gold as the maize – glowing in the shimmering iridescence of the moonlight!
Questions ravaged my tired brain, as I tried to assess the situation and size up the intruder. Who was She? What was She doing there? Surely She knew She was trespassing – and most certainly She knew that it was illegal! As much as I wished to call out to Her, I was mesmerized by Her very presence and found that I could say nothing. Helplessly, I watched as She moved through the rows of death. She stopped to caress a dry and withered leaf, and then smiling, held it to her cheek. Gently, She reached out and wrapped Her arms about the cracked, brown stalk, hugging it closely to Her breast. She released the stalk and bent down to look at one of the ears – perfectly formed, but shriveled in its deathly demise. Quickly, She snapped the ear from its stalk, tugged away its husk and swiftly moved toward the outside perimeter of the field.
Holding the ear of corn high above Her golden head, She began to dance upon the barren Earth. As if in slow motion, She twirled about the outside edges of the field, as she softly hummed an unfamiliar tune. Round and round the field She danced, picking up momentum as She worked Her way toward the center. Louder and louder She sang, the volume increasing as Her feet flew faster and continued to spiral toward the center. Within the matter of a few seconds, She had become a whirling dervish – dancing with such wild abandon that the kernels of corn were loosed from their cob, flying helter-skelter across the field! She glistened in the moonlight as droplets of perspiration formed upon Her body, and in the frenzy of Her dance, they too, were flung upon the Earth. Her feet and voice reached the ultimate crescendo at the center of the corn field, and She fell upon the ground in total exhaustion.
All was silent. The sounds of the nocturnal creatures had been stilled. All was enveloped in an unnatural hush – as if time itself, had stopped. She lay on the Earth, unbreathing, unmoving, immobile – as still as Death, itself! I stared at Her in horror, the panic which I had forgotten, rushing back into my brain with full force. Was She alright? Good Heavens! Was She dead??
Finally, I gathered my wits about me, found my feet and rushed toward the center of the corn field, where She had fallen in collapse. My heart beating wildly, I reached out to Her – but She was gone! She had disappeared into the very ether! All that was left in Her place was a single corn cob, void of its kernels – the kernels which had flung from their resting place in the midst of the Lady’s spiral dance.
The sun was shining hotly on my face as I rubbed my sleepy eyes into total alertness. Where was I? This didn’t feel like my bed! What was causing this blinding light? I was soaked to the bone! Just what the hell was happening here? Cautiously, I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings. To my dismay, I was lying smack-dab in the middle of the corn field and my head was resting in a rather large mud puddle. Clenched tightly in my fist, like some precious jewel in need of protection, was a solitary corn cob. I scrambled to my feet and tried in desperation to collect my thoughts. What was I doing here? Had I lost my mind?
And then…I remembered! I remembered the cornfield in the moonlight – the Lady and the dance. I also remembered how Her drops of perspiration had dropped to the ground in the frenzy of Her movements. I looked at my feet and the Earth beneath them. Joy and wonder rose in my heart. It had rained! Merciful Heavens! It had rained – the Earth was soaked with moisture – the drought was over!
Gleefully, I ran through the cornfield, feeling my bare toes dig into the wet Earth – the same Earth which had been so cracked and dry and barren just yesterday. I ran in joy. I ran in ecstasy. I ran in sheer celebration of the soil’s return to richness – and then, I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was amiss. Something had changed. Something was quite unlike it had been before. Scanning the field, I realized that it was once again covered with delicate green mesh of newly sprouting corn! In awe, I reached down to cradle a newly-formed sprout and as my fingers touched the verdant green leaf, a feminine voice began to speak:
“You were born of me! You are my child and at death you shall return to me. Fear not of death, dear one, for within its realm I shall bring you new life! Just as the corn lives again – so shall it be with you! For all that falls shall rise again, and that which dies shall be blessed with the gift of rebirth – the gift of My love!” – Kalioppe-
Silliness – Think About It – Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?