Featured photo by Don n Jo Leach.
Marvelously blue sky and very, very bright sunshine. I went outside for a couple of minutes and I thought I was going to do like a modern vampire and disappear into sparkles! Yeah, *that* bright! 68F, wind at 8mph, AQI9, UV8,. The humidity is only 50% today. There are some night-time rain spikes in the long-term forecast, but the highest of those is only 24%. <sigh> It’s going to be a nasty fire season, if we don’t get a bit more by the end of the month. Or maybe Perun will bring one of those once-in-20 years rainstorms (no lightning, please, Perun!) and soak everything down in early August, but…. Now, is the time to get rid of oily rags and leaking propane bottles and clean up dry yard debris and get it composting. Keep it wet and turn it, but the dry time it’ll be good dirt.
Yesterday started slowly, although we had a customer in just as we were opening. Last one for awhile, though. After we’d had coffee Tempus headed to the PO, since there were a number of packages waiting.
He worked in back while I dealt with that. Eventually we had some lunch, and I walked into the back to discover that the pot with the wax was leaking, so we had to sort that out. I got a nap afterwards.
It didn’t get as windy as they expected yesterday, and wow did it get warm in the shop! Well, we had the hot plate going in back…. and even though the computer (the sensor is *right* next to the Bay) said, “61F”, the one on the phone company read, “70F”. It makes a difference.
Tempus headed up to storage to offload and pic up some other things.
After very few people in during the day we had a sudden spate of them at about 6:30. I started skimming off the extra stuff from the wax.
We spent most of the evening working on the beeswax but doing other sorting/cleaning at the same time.
We’ve been taking it easy today and are just finishing coffee. I’m going to get back to work on the office space again, since Tempus will be here to put things away that I can’t reach. He’s probably going to go up to storage several times. We have the paper route tonight, too.
One of my friends from back in middle and high school just posted a pic of herself with a turtle that she rehabilitated 7 years ago, who was about 9 at the time. The turtle just showed up in her yard where she has a nesting site. Her comment was, “She’s 16, maybe she came for the car keys?” 🙂
Today’s feast is *not* the Rosalia, it is one of the feasts of Fortuna, but Wiki has come up with an article that has a *lot* more information on this including the uses of not just roses, but violets and other flowers and how the Rosalia developed into the Christian feasts that are similar. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosalia_(festival) Fortuna was the personification of luck and has survived through the Middle Ages and even into the present in the Wheel of Fortune card in the Tarot. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortuna
Today’s Plant is Coltsfoot, Petasites frigidus var. palmatus. One of the best cough remedies out there, this is often smoked to help cases of chronic bronchitis and asthma. It is also made into cough syrups often combined with horehound. This is another plant where the medicinal and magickal uses seem to go together. Feminine, Venus, water, Magickal uses – Add to love sachets and use in spell of peace and tranquility. The leaves, when smoked, can cause visions, and aid with breathing problems. .More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petasites_frigidus
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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 6/17 at 1:31am. 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 6/15 at 1:31pm.
Spica sparkles to the lower left of the Moon this evening. More than twice as far upper left of the Moon is brighter Arcturus.
Look high in the northwest after darkness falls this week and you’ll be greeted by the familiar sight of the Big Dipper. You can use the dipper — the sky’s most conspicuous asterism, a recognizable pattern of stars that doesn’t form a complete constellation shape — to find two of the spring sky’s brightest stars. If you follow the curve of the handle to the south, you’ll easily spot <<< Arcturus. This magnitude 0.0 star, which belongs to Boötes the Herdsman, lies some 30° from the end of the Big Dipper’s handle. It is the fourth-brightest star in the whole sky and the second- brightest visible from mid-northern latitudes. And if you continue the curve another 30° past Arcturus, you’ll arrive at magnitude 1.0 Spica >>> , the luminary of Virgo the Maiden. An easy way to remember the two is with the phrase: “Follow the arc to Arcturus, then drive a spike to Spica.”
Jupiter’s moons put on a show tonight, as both Io and Ganymede cross the planet’s disk. With the gas giant just a day past opposition, however, the shadow that each satellite casts falls onto the jovian cloud tops almost directly beneath the moon. Io’s transit begins at 10:22 p.m. EDT. Within five minutes, you should notice its shadow immediately to the moon’s east, with the two overlapping. Ganymede lies north of Io and begins to transit at 11:28 p.m. Its shadow falls on the cloud tops just southeast of the moon. Because Ganymede lies farther from Jupiter than Io, its shadow appears slightly more separated from the moon. Io completes its transit at 12:33 a.m., when Ganymede is about halfway across the giant planet’s disk. The outer moon completes its trek around 1:40 a.m.
Uranus is still deep in the glow of dawn.
Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky map for June – https://www.almanac.com/content/sky-map-june-2019
Goddess Month of Hera runs from 5/16 – 6/12
Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak, Jun 10 – Jul 7
Runic Half-month of Othala/ Odal/Odel 5/29-6/13- The rune Odel signifies ancestral property, the homestead, and all those things that are “one’s own”.
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Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak, Jun 10 – Jul 7 – The oak of myth and legend is the common oak (Quercus robur L.). It is sometimes called the great oak, which is a translation of its Latin name (robur is the root of the English word “robust”). It grows with ash and beech in the lowland forests, and can reach a height of 150 feet and age of 800 years. Along with ashes, oaks were heavily logged throughout recent millennia, so that the remaining giant oaks in many parts of Europe are but a remnant of forests past. Like most other central and northern European trees, common oaks are deciduous, losing their leaves before Samhain and growing new leaves in the spring so that the trees are fully clothed by Bealltaine. Common oaks are occasionally cultivated in North America, as are the similar native white oak, valley oak, and Oregon oak. Oaks are members of the Beech family (Fagaceae). Curtis Clark
Duir – Oak Ogam letter correspondences
Color: Black and Dark Brown
Meaning: Security; Strength
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
Tu 11 Low 2:22 AM 1.7 5:31 AM Set 2:35 AM 56
~ 11 High 7:58 AM 5.7 9:01 PM Rise 2:51 PM
~ 11 Low 2:16 PM 0.6
~ 11 High 8:53 PM 7.4
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I listen to my body.
~ I’ve always wanted to be somebody, but I see now I should have been more specific. . – Lily Tomlin
~ Life flows so beautifully when you accept the situation and don’t resist ‘what is! – Sharon Tucker Caldararo
~ I am not afraid…I was born to do this. – Joan of Arc
~ While it is difficult to make absolute statements about right and wrong or good and evil, it is clear that if we are to progress spiritually there must be some general code of conduct that we can use to help us get started. When this code of conduct is broken, we may feel guilt or remorse and make efforts to amend our actions. – Mark Stavish
WINTER is past; the heart of Nature warms
Beneath the wrecks of unresisted storms;
Doubtful at first, suspected more than seen,
The southern slopes are fringed with tender green;
On sheltered banks, beneath the dripping eaves,
Spring’s earliest nurslings spread their glowing leaves,
Bright with the hues from wider pictures won,
White, azure, golden,–drift, or sky, or sun,–
The snowdrop, bearing on her patient breast
The frozen trophy torn from Winter’s crest;
The violet, gazing on the arch of blue
Till her own iris wears its deepened hue;
The spendthrift crocus, bursting through the mould
Naked and shivering with his cup of gold.
Swelled with new life, the darkening elm on high
Prints her thick buds against the spotted sky
On all her boughs the stately chestnut cleaves
The gummy shroud that wraps her embryo leaves;
The house-fly, stealing from his narrow grave,
Drugged with the opiate that November gave,
Beats with faint wing against the sunny pane,
Or crawls, tenacious, o’er its lucid plain;
From shaded chinks of lichen-crusted walls,
In languid curves, the gliding serpent crawls;
The bog’s green harper, thawing from his sleep,
Twangs a hoarse note and tries a shortened leap;
On floating rails that face the softening noons
The still shy turtles range their dark platoons,
Or, toiling aimless o’er the mellowing fields,
Trail through the grass their tessellated shields.
At last young April, ever frail and fair,
Wooed by her playmate with the golden hair,
Chased to the margin of receding floods
O’er the soft meadows starred with opening buds,
In tears and blushes sighs herself away,
And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May.
Then the proud tulip lights her beacon blaze,
Her clustering curls the hyacinth displays;
O’er her tall blades the crested fleur-de-lis,
Like blue-eyed Pallas, towers erect and free;
With yellower flames the lengthened sunshine glows,
And love lays bare the passion-breathing rose;
Queen of the lake, along its reedy verge
The rival lily hastens to emerge,
Her snowy shoulders glistening as she strips,
Till morn is sultan of her parted lips.
Then bursts the song from every leafy glade,
The yielding season’s bridal serenade;
Then flash the wings returning Summer calls
Through the deep arches of her forest halls,–
The bluebird, breathing from his azure plumes
The fragrance borrowed where the myrtle blooms;
The thrush, poor wanderer, dropping meekly down,
Clad in his remnant of autumnal brown;
The oriole, drifting like a flake of fire
Rent by a whirlwind from a blazing spire.
The robin, jerking his spasmodic throat,
Repeats, imperious, his staccato note;
The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate,
Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight;
Nay, in his cage the lone canary sings,
Feels the soft air, and spreads his idle wings.
Why dream I here within these caging walls,
Deaf to her voice, while blooming Nature calls;
Peering and gazing with insatiate looks
Through blinding lenses, or in wearying books?
Off, gloomy spectres of the shrivelled past!
Fly with the leaves that fill the autumn blast
Ye imps of Science, whose relentless chains
Lock the warm tides within these living veins,
Close your dim cavern, while its captive strays
Dazzled and giddy in the morning’s blaze!
Let us begin. Let us sing.
Singing of the small corn.
Singing of the large corn.
Singing as the evening falls.
Singing as the light dawns.
The light dawns and finds us singing,
singing as the corn waves tassels at us.
The dark falls and finds us singing,
singing while the squash waves leaves us.
The earth rumbles from the beating
of our basket drums.
The sky rumbles from the beating
of our basket drums.
The rain comes. The rain comes. ~Pima Rain-Making Song
Summer Invocation by Trish Telesco – http://www.fortunecity.com/greenfield/tigris/567/id20.htm
Fireflies and summer sun
in circles round
we become as one.
Singing songs at magick’s hour
we bring the winds
and timeless powers.
Turning inward, hand in hand
we dance the hearth
to heal the land.
Standing silent, beneath the sky
we catch the fire
from out God’s eye.
Swaying breathless, beside the sea
we call the Goddess
so mote it be!
(This can be used as a chant, part of a spiral dance, or to invoke quarters.)