Featured photo by Jamie Marie, girlinwaterphotography. Herbs Workshop at 11 and Sewing Workshop at 3pm.
Cloudy and rather grey, although it could brighten a little later, not get sunny. 57F, wind at 3mph, AQI38, UV1. We might have some sun over the next two days, but not likely today. This coming week, the chance of rain is climbing, but still only 50% over Thursday through Sunday. I’m thinking to plan for *some*, but not much. Thursday would could get a bit of wind, as well.
Yesterday we had some customers in off and on all day. It stayed cloudy, but got darker as the day went on. Class went well and Tempus stayed put because people kept coming in. He finally headed for Newport at 4pm. I was really sleepy, but I stayed open a little longer because I was talking to Amor, online.
…and I got a nap, and then Tempus went back to Newport after going “aaaaacccckkkkk” over the price of some of the things we needed at Rays… …and an hour later was really chuffed that the price of the vanilla bean that I needed… the difference between the price of that and the one at Rays’…. was enough to pay for the gas. I was online, talking cookery with Amor again and we had a grand old time talking about spices and recipes.
So Tempus and I spent the rest of the evening working on liqueurs and things of that sort, putting away foodstuffs and cleaning up. He has one set of dishes to do before we open.
Today is Herbs at 11 and then Sewing at 3pm. We’ll be open at 11.
<<< …and a pic of some of the new stock. Pretties!
I’ve often heard people talk about “beach thistle”, but Sea Holly, Eryngium maritimum isn’t one… a thistle, that is…. It’s actually related to carrots. The young shoots can be blanched and eaten like asparagus and the roots (which can get up to 20 feet long!!!!) are peeled, boiled and cut, then braided and candied. Prepared thus they are a good cough and cold remedy. The roots can also be boiled or roasted as well and are very nutritious. It is native to Europe, but going extinct in certain areas. – Masculine, Fire, Venus – This plant is an aphrodisiac, pure and simple.
Night of Nicnevin (Gyre-Carling), – Scots Pagan festival honours an aspect of the goddess Diana. She rides with her entourage in the night hours of November 9-10. Nicnevin, who rode through the night with her followers “at the hinder end of harvest, on old Hallowe’en”, as an old Scots poet describes it, made herself visible to mortals on this night. Nicnevin is possibly an anglicization of Nic an Neamhain or Nigh Nemhain, ‘Daughter of Frenzy,’ an aspect of the triple Morrigan (Mórrígan). More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicnevin
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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 11/12 at 5:34am. 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 11/10 at 8:34pm.
Transit of Mercury coming up November 11. Mercury will cross the face of the Sun during morning in North America, midday in South America, and afternoon for Europe and Africa. Map and details, or see the November Sky & Telescope, page 48. And see Citizen Science with the Transit of Mercury.
Happy 85th birthday, Carl Sagan (November 9, 1934 – December 20, 1996). If only.
Brilliant Venus stands out low in the southwest during evening twilight. The planet lies 6° above the horizon a half-hour after sunset and sets around 6 p.m. local time. At magnitude –3.8, Venus is the brightest object in the evening sky with the exception of the Moon. Although the inner world crossed from Scorpius into Ophiuchus yesterday, this evening it appears 4° due north (lower left) of the Scorpion’s brightest star, 1st-magnitude Antares. Binoculars can help you spot the star’s ruddy glow against the twilight background.
Mars (magnitude +1.8, in Virgo) may be a difficult catch above the east-southeast horizon in early dawn. Don’t confuse it with much brighter Arcturus, also orange-ish, twinkling some 30° to Mars’s left or upper left. On the mornings of November 9th, 10th, and 11th, sparkly Spica is passing about 3° to Mars’s lower right or right. Spica is distinctly brighter at magnitude 1.0.
Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky map for November –https://www.almanac.com/content/sky-map-november-2019
Goddess Month of Cailleach/Samhain runs from 10/31 – 11/27
Celtic Tree Month of Ngetal/Reed Oct 28 – Nov 24 – nGéadal – (NYEH-dl)
Runic half-month of Hagalaz/Hagal – October 29-Novmber 12 – The Runic half-month of Hagal commences today, represented by the hailstone of transformation. It is a harbinger of the need to undergo the necessary preparations before the harsh northern Winter. 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
Sa 9 Low 4:08 AM 1.7 7:04 AM Set 3:55 AM 86
~ 9 High 10:19 AM 7.6 4:56 PM Rise 4:07 PM
~ 9 Low 4:53 PM 1.1
~ 9 High 10:50 PM 6.5
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Dance to the rhythm of life.
~ A fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject. – Winston Churchill
~ Finding the true definition of moderation is oftentimes a lifetime endeavor. – Paul V. Harris
~ It is the truth, a force of nature that expresses itself through me – I am only a channel – I can imagine in many instances where I would become sinister to you. For instance, if life had led you to take up an artificial attitude, then you wouldn’t be able to stand me, because I am a natural being. By my very presence I crystallize; I am a ferment. The unconscious of people who live in an artifical manner senses me as a danger. Everything about me irritates them, my way of speaking, my way of laughing. They sense nature. – C G Jung
~ It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. – Dr. Wayne Dyer
No sunshine, lots of rain,
No warm days, snow again!
No bugs or bees
No leaves on trees.
You must remember
This is NOvember! – Anon.
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 pilgrimsâ?T 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
accordionated (ah KOR de on ay tid) – adj. Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.