Daily Stuff 12-18-18 Epona’s Feast

Hi, folks!

Featured photo by girlinwater photography.

There’s a lot of rain showing on the radar farther east, but the coast has mostly dried out. It’s bright out, but still overcast and everything is rather soggy. 54F, wind at 13mph, gusting to 24. AQI 11 and UV of 1. We’re under a HIGH SURF ADVISORY and a SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY. We’ve gotten an inch and a half of rain since midnight! Thursday and Sunday ought to be pretty soggy again, but otherwise we’re back to the usual winter drippiness.

Yesterday there was a lot of anticipation about the weather. We had nearly 1/4 inch of rain in the morning and then by 6pm there was almost 2/3 of an inch. The gusts were getting interesting and there are some videos up of the waves on Facebook. Customers were talking about it, coming in dripping more and more the later it got in the day. Tempus mailed my blackwork to the lady who is going to sew it into the shirt. I went through the packages in the mail (more xmas and cooking spices) but didn’t accomplish much.

Class went on despite the weather. We’re a good way into lesson 3. I did some writing after class, had a late supper and turned in, being waked by the wind around 1am. We had already gotten an 1/2 inch of rain since midnight and the wind was at 30 gusting to 45! 45 minutes later power was flickering and going out with a bang in places like Beaver Creek and Old Town Waldport. Lots and lots of outages and people online who couldn’t sleep because of the storm whether you would call it fright or excitement.

At one point when I was sitting at the desk, it “thumped” as though we had had an earthquake. The rain was soaking the window that faces the fairy garden. Tempus made popcorn. 🙂

By 3am we’d had 1/2 an inch of rain and the wind was running at 47mph! Not much sleep for Waldport! By 3:30 power was starting to come back on.

After the night’s excitement we’ve slept late. Tempus is supposed to out to do laundry today and I’m going to work on herb headers, eventually getting around to some sewing. We have some clothing that needs mending. I want to get some more licks in on the pouches and with any luck start on some of the baby stuff. We have the paper route tonight, too, and I’m planning to work on my fig cheese paper.

Featured photo by Jamie Marie @girlinwaterphotography.

The 2nd day of the Saturnalia was Epona’s feast. Epona is associated with horses, is Gallic in origin and is the only Celtic deity to be worshiped in Rome. More here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epona and a good article by Caitlin Matthews here: http://caitlin-matthews.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/eponas-day.html

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Today is also the feast of Meng Jiangnu (Pumpkin Girl), China. It is a tragic story of a loving couple whose lives were destroyed by war and the torture that war brings on the common people. There is more information here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meng_Jiangnu  More information can be found here about the Great Wall of China:  http://www.warriortours.com/cityguides/beijing/great_wall/  and here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Wall_of_China

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.plant Vanilla leaf Achlys_triphylla_1033It 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.

The shop opens at 11am. Winter hours are 11am-5pm Thursday through Monday. Open Circle for Yule 12/21, 7pm. Holiday Hours – Open Late on 12/22 & 24 (Christmas Eve), Closed Christmas Day 12/25, Closed Saturday 12/29, Closing Early for New Year’s on 12/31 (probably by 4pm), And then we’ll be closed again on New Year’s Day! Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at ancientlight@peak.org If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open! In case of bad weather, check here at the blog for updates, on our Facebook as Ancient Light, or call the shop.

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 12/22 at 9:49pm. 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 12/21 at 9:49am.

Every December, the Moon is nearly full when it crosses Taurus in the eastern evening sky.

For the next few days the asteroid 6 Hebe, magnitude 8.6, is passing just south of the dim Rosette Nebula in Monoceros with its central star group NGC 2244. They’re high in late evening. See the article and finder chart in the December Sky & Telescope, page 50.
appears brilliant from the time it rises around 3:30 a.m. local time until close to sunrise more than three hours later. It stands about 25° above the southeastern horizon an hour before the Sun comes up. Gleaming at magnitude –4.8, the planet shines far brighter than any other object in the predawn sky. When viewed through a telescope, Venus spans 31″ and appears about 40 percent lit.
Jupiter (magnitude –1.7) is beginning to emerge from solar conjunction very low in the glow of sunrise. As early as the morning of December 15th, can you pick it up 6° below Mercury as shown at the top of this page? It gets a little less difficult every morning, but binoculars will help.

Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky Map for December
Goddess Month of
Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree Month of Ruis  Elder  Nov 25 – Dec 22 – (RWEESH)
Celtic Tree Month of Secret of the Unhewn Stone, Dec 23 

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

Sun in Sagittarius
Moon in Aries enters Taurus at 1:37am
Juno (12/23), and Uranus (1/6/19) Retrograde
Color: Maroon

Planting 12/18-19

©2018 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright


Celtic tree month of Ruis/Elder, Nov 25 – Dec 22 – Ruis – (RWEESH) – Like other Iron Age Europeans, the Celts were a polytheistic people prior to their conversion to (Celtic) Christianity. The Celts divided the year into 13 lunar cycles (months or moons). These were linked to specific sacred trees which gave each moon its name. Today commences the Celtic tree month of Elder.
Elder or Elderberry (Sambucus) is a genus of fast-growing shrubs or small trees in the family Caprifoliaceae. They bear bunches of small white or cream coloured flowers in the Spring, that are followed by bunches of small red, bluish or black berries. The berries are a very valuable food resource for many birds. Common North American species include American Elder, Sambucus canadensis, in the east, and Blueberry Elder, Sambucus glauca, in the west; both have blue-black berries. The common European species is the Common or Black Elder, Sambucus nigra, with black berries.
The common elder (Sambucus nigra L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (33 feet) in damp clearings, along the edge of woods, and especially near habitations. Elders are grown for their blackish berries, which are used for preserves and wine. The leaf scars have the shape of a crescent moon. Elder branches have a broad spongy pith in their centers, much like the marrow of long bones, and an elder branch stripped of its bark is very bone-like. The red elder (S. racemosa L.) is a similar plant at higher elevations; it grows to 5 m (15 feet).
Red elder extends its native range to northern North America, and it is cultivated along with other native species, but common elders are seldom seen in cultivation. Elders are in the Honeysuckle family (Caprifoliaceae).

Ruis – Elder Ogam letter correspondences
Month: Makeup days of the thirteenth Moon
Color: Red
Class: Shrub
Letter: R
Meaning: End of a cycle or problem.

to study this month – Straif – Blackthorn Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Purple
Class: Chieftain
Letter: SS, Z, ST
Meaning: Resentment; Confusion; Refusing to see the truth

Secret of the Unhewn Stone, Dec 23 – (This is the blank day in this calendar, the one day of the year that is not ruled by a tree and its corresponding Ogham alphabet character. Its name denotes the quality of potential in all things.)

Graves (1966) makes a case for an additional “blank” ogham, “the unhewn dolmen arch”, which he assigns to the mistletoe, a plant for which there is abundant evidence of its ritual importance to the Celts. There are two common mistletoes in Europe, both of which live as parasites on trees. The common mistletoe (Viscum album L.) parasitizes many tree species, including oaks in the western part of its range. It forms white berries between Samhain and Yule. The yellow-berried mistletoe (Loranthus europaeus L.) does not extend to western Europe. It is found primarily on oaks. It is most likely the “golden bough”, being more common in the eastern Mediterranean than the common mistletoe. The common mistletoe has been cultivated in North American for the Yule trade, and there are several native mistletoes in the genus Phoradendron. Mistletoes are in the Mistletoe family (Viscaceae).


Tides for Alsea Bay

Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time    Feet     Sunset                                    Visible
Tu  18      Low   2:12 AM     2.4   7:48 AM     Set  2:56 AM      72
~    18     High   8:37 AM     7.9   4:38 PM    Rise  2:17 PM
~    18      Low   3:34 PM     1.2
~    18     High   9:35 PM     5.9


Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I accept abundance in all aspects of my life.


Journal Prompt – Auto-Biographical narrative – Tell about the strangest food you have ever eaten.



~   My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder. – William Golding (1911-1993) English writer
~   Advertising is the art of convincing people to spend money they don’t have for something they don’t need. – Will Rogers (1879-1935) US actor, humorist
~   Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice. – Baruch Spinoza (1632-1677) Dutch philosopher
~   The reason for optimism lies in the biological fact that it keeps you happy and busy, whereas pessimism just leads to lying around and bitching. – Robert Anton

A Greenwood Carol – Tune: Polly in the Holly (traditional) – Lyrics by Aes and Etaine of Preachain

Oh the Oak rests in the winter time to marshal his strength
But the Holly stays bright and green the whole winter’s length
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

Oh the fir waits in the wood it’s boughs bearded with snow
To come inside for the Yuletide the axe it must know
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

With an axe we go a-hunting the green-boughed fir tree
as our forebears have done through the long centuries.
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

The Stag leaps through the wood with his proud crown of horn
And it is through his sacrifice the Sun is reborn
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

The Oak burns in the hearth for to give us good cheer
From Darkness come the Light at this turn of the year
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

The Wheel keeps on turning, through dark and through light,
and we sing to its honor, on this longest night.
Green branches in the winter promise life to be,
and the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.
Holly!  Holly!  Oh the first tree in the greenwood, it was the holly.

This Beautiful Carol Was Submitted and Penned By Aes and Etaine of Preachain, 2002

******Yule Magick –   – Pan-Celtic Hoofbeats: Moon Drum  OCTOBER 3, 2018 BY KRIS HUGHEShttp://www.patheos.com/blogs/agora/2018/10/pan-celtic-hoofbeats-moon-drum/

It’s a full moon night. I’m a little tired, my throat has been scratchy for a few days, but I’m not actually ill. I’ve just feasted from an enormous pot of stew I made earlier from gifted vegetables, spiced up with some New Mexico green chiles. I would be lying if I said that I feel inspired at every full moon, but I do always make an effort. For years now, I have always lit a candle and rose scented incense for Epona on the full moon night. Sometimes I just go through the motions. I accepted long ago that it’s okay to do that. Sometimes when I do, things expand.

Photo by the author.

Epona’s shrine, which used to be in a barn, is in the front room of my current house. I light candles and incense there, as well as on the daily altar, where I pray to Rhiannon. (Macha is now sharing space at both locations.) I place a chair by the front window where I can look out at the moon, when I want to. I’m ready for something, or nothing. I sit down on the sofa for a moment, but a tune is forming in my head. Wordless and poignant, it calls me to take the drum down from the shrine.

I go and sit before the image of Epona, illuminated by the candle flame, and start singing the wordless melody over and over to a steady drum beat. My throat doesn’t trouble me at all. Eventually the song ends, but I immediately sense another one, and experiment with new notes. The melody is elusive, so I just improvise, and visions and messages come to me from several horse friends who have passed over. A happy day trotting under dappled shade on a long ride through the Scottish countryside. The joy of two horses who were closely bonded moving in harmony. Other horse friends who spent their summers in a big field that they loved.

These days I often feel fat, tired, and spent, but the bonded pair are sending me their strength in this moment. Then I am with them in a shed I used to have. There are large openings in each wall, so that the horses can see in all directions, and catch every breeze, while still enjoying the shade in hot weather. I am drumming there, too. Drumming for these beloved friends, as I used to dream of doing when we were together. At that time, I didn’t have a drum. Now I have only these dream horses, so I play and sing for them as we look out across the flat grassland of Colorado. It feels strangely timeless, it feels like every grassland that has ever been, and I am every drummer who has drummed for the horse goddesses. And then it ends.

photo – Steve Wilson (CC BY 2.0)

“Go to the moon for healing.” The words are placed clearly in my mind.

I take the drum to the chair by the window and sit down again. I lay the beater on the windowsill and drum with my fingertips. The three-beat canter, the two-beat trot, the four-beat walk. Trot. Walk. Trot. Cantering at speed now, they are all running to the water!

Now that we are at the water I pause, too, and look at the lovely moon. I live in a steep valley, rimmed with tall trees, so the moon is always high before I get to see her here in Oregon. I begin doing something I’ve never done, or thought to do, before. I start drumming my chakras. Holding the drum above or in front of each chakra, I find a different beat for each. Who knows what’s going on here! I just go with it. I learn a few things about them as I work, and it feels good.

thud, thud, thud
first chakra
the earth is solid under me
opening the second and third
the ones that often trouble me
they are better than I expected
oh, my heart!
grow stronger, spread wider!
oh, my throat!
anger breaks you!
speak with compassion!
the humming tone of the drum
over the sixth chakra
as if the seventh
is drilling down into it from above
and the seventh itself
the quiet whisper
of a swishing tail
shush, shush, shush

Internet Archive Book Images – public domain

Horse tribe, are you here? Are you reading this? Your rituals with The Great Mare may look nothing like my ritual. (My rituals don’t always look like this!) Maybe you love the warrior aspect of Macha, or see Rhiannon as a fairy queen. Maybe your offerings to Epona are given in a formal style, or you meet The Great Mare in a full-on rite I can’t even imagine. Maybe you work with one of the horse goddesses when you are with horses. Maybe you are a healer of horses, or work with horses to heal people. I believe that we are one tribe.

There is space in the horse tribe for all these things and more. It’s time we gathered up around one fire. Not to abandon what we are already doing, but to share what we can of it. The horse goddesses are calling us. Not to listen to my message, but calling us to listen for their message. Don’t turn away from this work. Be open. I don’t know what the work will even look like, but I believe that it is time for those who are called to Epona who protects the horses, to Rhiannon the sovereign queen of the land, to Macha who raced the king’s horses and cursed the men of Ulster, to come together and see what we can do as one herd.
Are you listening?


Silliness – Santa Cats

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