Yesterday I just didn’t feel well. At least part was likely how tired I was, but I just felt kinda sickish and draggy on top of that. Tempus was tired and cranky, too. We kept on putting things away, but he had to head to Newport for some errands, so that slowed things down.
I ended up doing writing and sorting out the astronomical info for the week.
Tempus ran in and back out to the bank. He was finally back and we could get to work and we spent several hours shoving things to where they need to go, but by then we were so wiped and hungry that we went to the Salty Dawg for fish and chips (*very* good!) and then crashed.
Today we’re up a touch early. There’s not going to be an Herbs workshop this morning, but Sewing will happen as usual for a Saturday. …and we’ll be open, doing more of the same.
Photo from 10/9/16 by Ken Gagne of the Yachats River, taken looking up the valley.
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
Lux Mundi festival, ancient Rome – Lux Mundi literally means ‘the Light of the World’. This is also another name for France’s Liberty, whose day this also is. Liberty’s torch shines hope in the world. Her statue graces New York City’s harbour, her full name being Liberty Enlightening the World.
In Roman mythology, Liberty is Libertas, the goddess of freedom. Originally a deity of personal freedom, she evolved to become the goddess of the commonwealth. Her temples were found on the Aventine Hill and the Forum. She was depicted on many Roman coins as a female figure wearing a pileus (a felt cap, worn by slaves when they were set free), a wreath of laurels and a spear … from Pip Wilson’s Almanac.
In recent times the title of Lux Mundi has been taken on by Christians to mean Jesus rather than enlightenment, so many online references reflect this. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statue_of_Liberty http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libertas
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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 10/24 at 9:45am. 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 10/13 at 8:47am. 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 10/16 at 11:02am.
The Moon hangs in the southwest after sunset. How early in the fading light can you spot Saturn, about 14° to the Moon’s left? Next, look for fainter, more difficult Antares about the same distance to the Moon’s lower right.
Vega is the brightest star very high in the west. After nightfall is complete, look to Vega’s right by 14° (nearly a fist and a half at arm’s length) for Eltanin, the nose of Draco the Dragon. The rest of Draco’s fainter, lozenge-shaped head is a little farther right. Draco always eyes Vega!
Uranus reaches opposition in just 10 days, and it is already a tempting evening target. The ice giant world rises during twilight and climbs 30° above the eastern horizon by 9:30 p.m. local daylight time. The magnitude 5.7 planet lies in the southwestern corner of Aries, 10° due south of the Ram’s second-brightest star, 3rd-magnitude Beta (β) Arietis. Although Uranus glows brightly enough to see with the naked eye under a dark sky, binoculars make the task much easier. A telescope reveals the planet’s blue-green disk, which spans 3.7″.
Venus is lost in the glare of the Sun.
Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky Map for October – https://www.almanac.com/content/sky-map-star-chart-october-2018
Goddess Month of Hathor runs from 10/3 – 10/30
Celtic Tree Month of Gort/Ivy Sep 30 – Oct 27
Runic half-month of Wunjo/Wyn – October 13-28 – Wyn represents joy, the rune being the shape of a weather vane. The month represents the creation of harmony within the given conditions of the present.
©2018 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright
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).
to study this month Uilleand – Honeysuckle Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: P, PE, UI
Meaning: Proceed with caution.
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Sa 13 High 4:17 AM 6.7 7:29 AM Rise 12:17 PM 14
~ 13 Low 9:52 AM 2.6 6:35 PM Set 9:50 PM
~ 13 High 3:44 PM 7.6
~ 13 Low 10:41 PM 0.1
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Make this a sharp day!
~ It’s important to be a go-getter. But it’s even more important to know what it is you want to go and get. – Gary Kallback
~ Find the seed at the bottom of your heart and bring forth a flower. – Shigenori Kameoka
~ Logic is a system whereby one may go wrong with confidence. – Charles K. Kettering
~ A diamond cannot be polished without friction nor man perfected without trials. – Kathryn Kuhlman
The hollow winds begin to blow,
The clouds look black, the glass is low;
The soot falls down, the spaniels sleep,
And spiders from their cobwebs peep. – Dr. Edward Jenner (1749–1823)
Remembering to Love: A Tribute to My Grandfather… By Allanna Linville
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 health 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