Yesterday I spent a lot of the day frustrated. I was having to flog my brain to make the herb inventory stuff happen and then the printer started acting like it had run out of ink. No clue why. I finally shut down the printer and re-started the computer. It took until 5pm to get that far! Some of it was that the “eclipse guy” was there so my afternoon started late, but just…. argh. I finally got the dozen or so herbs that I had managed to print headers for put up and tucked things back where they came from. <sigh>
Tempus spent a chunk of the afternoon trying to figure out what the strange smell is that’s been coming from the coffee table area. Pulling everything out and vacuuming, all that showed up was a bunch of rice spilled on the carpet, but why would that smell strange? Then he had to put everything back.
Then Wicca… there’s only one student, but we whomped through at least 1/2 of lesson 1. We’re going to stick to Mondays until the holidays.
Tempus went out to take care of the birds during classtime and after class was over we had supper and turned in.
Today is a chore day. He’s out running errands and I’m hoping he remembers the mail, since I’m waiting for some stock. Paper run tonight.
Borage, Borago Officinalis, is also called Starflower. It is an annual that will self-seed in the right climates, although it is native to the Mediterranean. The leaves, stems and flowers are edible, and borage seed oil is made from the seeds. Flowers are made into tea as well as candied and used as decorations. The leaves are cooked in stews and as fillings in ravioli, or as a cooked leaf vegetable. It is useful for gut complaints (like diarrhea) and for asthma. Masculine, Jupiter, Air – One of the 9 Herbs. Tea enhances psychic Powers, Make and carry a sachet of dried stuff to enhance courage, or make a tea of this and pour it into the bath or use in incense to feel happiness and joy in face of stress or crisis.
Lamentations of Isis, ancient Egypt(Nov 13 – 14) –Today: ‘Dismemberment of Osiris’. Isis and Osiris are archetypes bearing a similarity to other divine dualities such as Ishtar and Tammuz ( Damuzi), Venus and Adonis, Mary and Jesus Christ. The tears of Isis, as she lamented Osiris, were said to cause the periodic rising of the Nile; June 18 is another such event, The Egyptian story is believed to have influenced Christianity. See also the Festival of Isia, October 28. Related bits here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Djed and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephthys
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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 11/22 at 9:39pm. 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 11/15 at 6:54am.
As dawn begins to brighten Wednesday and Thursday mornings, spot Venus low in the southeast. First-magnitude Spica, about 1/200 as bright, will be only 1¼° above Venus or to its upper right.
Look high in the southeast shortly after darkness falls this week, and you should see autumn’s most conspicuous star group. The Great Square of Pegasus stands out at this time of year, though in the early evening it is balanced on one corner and appears diamond-shaped. It looks more like a square when it climbs highest in the south around 8 p.m. local time. These four almost equally bright stars form the body of Pegasus the Winged Horse. The fainter stars that represent the rest of this constellation’s shape trail off to the square’s west.
Mars (fading from magnitude –0.4 to –0.3 this week) shines highest in the south around the end of twilight. It set around midnight. In a telescope Mars is 11 arcseconds wide, and it’s still as gibbous as we ever see it: 86 percent sunlit. For a Mars map that displays which side is facing Earth at your time and date, use our Mars Profiler.
Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky Map for November – https://www.almanac.com/content/sky-map-star-chart-november-2018
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27.
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24
Runic half month of Naudhiz/ Nyd /Nauthiz – November 13- 27 – Need-fire – Time to prepare for winter. Consciousness is the Necessity. “That which does not destroy me makes me stronger.” – Nietzsche
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Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl), reed – The term “reed” is used with great imprecision in North America, but it is clear that the reed of the ogham is the common reed (Phragmites australis (Cav.) Trin. ex Steudel). This is a giant grass, with stems as high as 4 m (13 feet). It grows in marshy areas, where it often forms dense stands. Like most other grasses, the vertical stems live only a single year, dying in the autumn and being replaced with new green shoots in the spring. The dead stems rattle and whisper in late autumn winds. Common reed has spread as a weed throughout the world; in North America it is widespread in cooler climates. Common reed is in the Grass family (Poaceae, or Gramineae). “The Reed Month, is said by some to be most favorable for communication with ancestral spirits and the strengthening of all family ties, with magickal associations with fertility, love, protection, and family concerns. ‘Thin and slender is the Reed. He stands in clumps at the edge of the river and between his feet hides the swift pike awaiting an unsuspecting minnow to come his way. In his thinness the reed resembles arrows that fly, silver-tipped, up into the unknown air to land at the very source that one had searched for all these years. Firing arrows off into the unknown is an expression of the desire to search out basic truths. If you loose off without direction, the place of landing will be random. If the firing off is carried out with the correct conviction, determination and sense of purpose, then the act becomes secondary to the event that comes both before ~and after the moment.'” Source: Earth, Moon and Sky
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Tu 13 High 4:43 AM 6.4 7:10 AM Rise 12:27 PM 24
~ 13 Low 10:03 AM 3.7 4:51 PM Set 10:01 PM
~ 13 High 3:31 PM 6.8
~ 13 Low 10:43 PM 0.8
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Demonstrate to Your Self how Special You are.
~ America is a country that doesn’t know where it is going but is determined to set a speed record getting there. – Dr. Lawrence J. Peter (1919-1990) US pop psychologist, writer
~ Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. – Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Scottish novelist, poet
~ Nature does nothing in vain. – Aristotle
~ Nothing is too wonderful to be true if it be consistent with the laws of nature. – Michael Faraday (1791-1867) English scientist
THE Centaur, Sagittarius, am I,
Born of Ixion’s and the cloud’s embrace ;
With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly,
A steed Thessalian with a human face.
Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase
The leaves, half dead already with affright ;
I shroud myself in gloom ; and to the race
Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight. –HENRY WADS WORTH LONGFELLOW.
At the close of the growing season in Autumn, people, like squirrels, like ants, like bees, get busy gathering the great bounty of the land. We forage and harvest, hunt and herd; industriously amassing the abundance proffered by the earth, water, and sky. After the toil, the patient tending of the soil, the months of work and worry, we are ready and relieved to collect the crop and the kill.
Hi hianai hu!
Here on my field
Corn comes forth,
My child takes it and runs,
Here on my field
Squash comes forth.
My wife takes it and runs,
Singing. ~Papago Song of the Corn Dance
We set about preparing it, preserving it, salting it, saving it, packing it away for future use, making feverish haste in the race against the coming cold. But, first, before we store it, horde it for the hard times ahead, we take the time to glory in its goodness. With grateful prayers of thanksgiving we acknowledge our precious fortune, and gorge ourselves and the god/desses, too, with fabulous feasts of plenty.
Harvest festivals are pandemic. They represent the successful completion of another fertile cycle. Another season of life and growth come full circle. Another round. In agricultural societies the annual cycles are counted from sowing to scything. The cycle from birth to slaughter is followed by the keepers and stalkers of stock and game. And the season starting with the spawning and culminating in the running of the salmon, the cod, the squid, the whale, is observed by those who fish to live.
Ultimately, all harvest festivities celebrate one more season of our tenuous survival. We have managed to live through another year. Another fertile period has passed in our favor. We have been lucky. One way or another, we will have the wherewithal to sustain ourselves through another winter, another dry spell, another monsoon, yet another tricky test of time.
Our own familiar fall festival of Thanksgiving is an amalgam of Old and New World harvest celebrations. The pilgrims brought the Harvest Home Festivals of the Ingathering from England with them. And very little else. By the time the Mayflower landed in Massachusetts in December of 1620, all of their supplies had been depleted at sea. They had little left with which to survive the first winter.
Indeed, by spring, only 55 of the original 102 settlers were still alive. And they had no seeds to plant. It was only through the generous sponsorship of the indigenous Wampanoag people that they would establish a foothold and ultimately thrive. Thrive and spread like the native vines, ending out endless shoots of sticky tendrils that strangled everything they touched.
The locals introduced the colonists to the domestic foods of Turtle Island (a common original name for the Western Hemisphere) and taught them cultivation techniques. By the following Fall, the pilgrims’ first crops of corn, squash, and pumpkins were planted, tended, and harvested successfully. A major celebration was called for. So the Indian hosts were invited as guests and ninety attended, joining the fifty-some whites.
Abundant stores of cranberries and oysters were collected, countless deer and turkey shot. Four English women and two teenage girls did all the cooking for the giant banquet. As in the Harvest Home tradition and also that of the great Autumn Green Corn Festivals celebrated by the agricultural tribes of the North, southeast, and southwest of Turtle Island, they sat down together to eat in fellowship and true Thanksgiving.
Games were played. Corn was popped. Arms were displayed. The rest is history.
We, too. We have nothing to eat. It is Autumn and we haven’t put anything away safe for our own survival. We hunger and thirst for the spirit of reverence and respect for the world that sustains us. But in our push for ascendancy, for power, for dominance â?” over the land, over each other, over the odds, over Mother Nature Herself — we have poisoned our providence and sullied the source of our own livelihood. Our very ability to live at all.
And what of our children? Our grandchildren. The great grandchildren of us all? What have we saved for them?
The recent conservative infatuation with the restoration of family values — albeit singularly shallow and dangerously narrow minded and myopic — has certainly risen to reflect a profoundly felt human desire for a realigned awareness and reconnection with those things in life that really matter. This Thanksgiving let us remember that we are part of the potentially functional family of humanity. Kin, clan, mishpocheh, Mitakuye Oyasin, to all the inhabitants of the Universe.
For this, let us be thankful.
xxMama Donna TO READ THE ENTIRE ARTICLE GO TO: http://www.matrifocus.com/SAM05/rc-thanksgiving.htm
Silliness – Inevitable Laws of Work – 27. No matter how much you do, you never do enough.