The shop will be closed on Thursday (11/28) for Thanksgiving, but open late on Friday (11/29) and both early and late on Small Business Saturday (11/30)! Friday we’ll stay open until 8pm at the least and for Saturday 10am-8pm is what we’re planning.
It’s very grey and dim. The sun should be up by now, but it almost doesn’t look like it. I’ve been giggling about our “unprecedented storm”….wow… 36F, wind at 0mph and gusting, AQI36, UV1. It looks like the rain is pretty much done for a few days here, but likely back over the weekend.
Yesterday I just felt miserable. I have a recurring virus that I have the meds for but it takes 24 hours to kick in during which time I feel like…. I have a virus. …. or a flu. So I curled up in my computer chair and whimpered a lot and did research. At least it was Tuesday, so I wasn’t messing with shop requirements, although I lost a day of work that I had planned on.
Tempus was paying bills and running errands. He called repeatedly from the grocery, because we were using up some coupons. He also went over to the Chinese restaurant and got me a batch of crab puffs because I was so miserable…and they did help.
We spent awhile sorting out and putting away some of the bottles and jars and small containers that we washed at Sasha’s last week. That took a couple of hours, but we actually had the room to work and having them sorted will help immensely with the Thanksgiving cookery.
Tempus headed for Newport and at 10pm he was only 1/3 of the way through the “phonebooks”. That’s what he was calling the big, ad-heavy papers that clobber us every year this way. He had gotten some mini-pies for Thanksgiving, (because we decided not to try baking this year) along with a tiny amount of other shopping. He was finally going by midnight.
So I got picked up and 5:30 and we were done at 7:30. It was very dark, storm dark, when we started Bayshore, but daylight, even if still rather dark, when we were done. Tempus walked in and dropped. I’m following him in a minute. I decided to get this out, rather than wait because I have no idea what time I’m likely to actually wake. Once I am up, though, I’m starting on the cooking for tomorrow!
A little interesting info about Jupiter’s Great Red Spot – https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/jupiters-great-red-spot-not-dying-180973652/
Hops are the seed cones of the hop plant, Humulus lupulus. They are an ancient medicinal for stress relief and a sleep aid, helpful with indigestion, and used extensively in brewing. They grow really well in the PNW, which is part of the micro-brew culture that we have. The Yakima hopyard pic to the right is pretty typical for growth habit. The growth of the hops industry was also quite influential in the oldest of the labor movements, since so much of the harvest is done by migrants or part-time workers – Masculine, Mars, Water – Used in healing incenses and charms. Hops placed in a pillow will help with sleep. It is also used in seduction spells. Good for toothache. Below is a cross-section of a hop cone.
In 1893 in New Zealand, 10 weeks after full Suffrage had been granted to women, the next election was held. Thanks to people like Kate Sheppard, leader of the New Zealand female suffrage movement, women voted for the first time in a national general election anywhere in the world. Australia was the second nation, fully nine years later (1902), although on December 18, 1894 women in the State of South Australia became the first in the world to be able to vote and stand for election. Among the earliest nations to grant women the vote include Finland (1906), United Kingdom (1918), and Afghanistan (1922). Switzerland was one of the last, in 1971. Women didn’t get to vote in the USA until 1920, the year that my mother was born! Photo is Kate Shephard, leader of the movement. There’s more info here: http://www.nzine.co.nz/features/suffrage2.html
The shop opens at 11am. Those are 11am-5pm Thursday through Monday. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at email@example.com 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 12/11 at 9:12pm New Moon – The beginning of a new cycle. Keywords for the New phase are: beginning, birth, emergence, projection, clarity. It is the time in a cycle that you are stimulated to take a new action. During this phase the new cycle is being seeded by your vision, inner and outer. Engage in physical activity. Spend time alone. VISUALIZE your goals for the 29.6-day cycle ahead. The new moon is for starting new ventures, new beginnings. Also love and romance, health or job hunting. God/dess aspect: Infancy, the Cosmic Egg, Eyes-Wide-Open – Associated God/dess: Inanna who was Ereshkigal. Phase ends at 7:06pm on 11/27. 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 11/30 at 7:06pm.
Orion clears the eastern horizon by about 7 or 8 p.m. now, depending on how far east or west you live in your time zone. High above Orion shines orange Aldebaran. Above Aldebaran is the little Pleiades cluster, the size of your fingertip at arm’s length. Far left of Aldebaran and the Pleiades shines bright Capella. Down below Orion, brilliant Sirius rises around 9 or 10 p.m.
Venus (magnitude –3.9) and Jupiter (magnitude –1.8, both in Sagittarius) shine together low in the southwest as twilight fades. Venus is the brighter one. Every evening their orientation changes a bit. They’re 2° apart on November 22nd, as shown at the top of this page, then they pass 1½° apart on the 23rd and 24th. After that, Jupiter moves away to Venus’s right and lower right.
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
Goddess Month of Astrea runs from 11/28 – 12/25
Celtic Tree Month of Ruis/Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22
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 Runic half-month of Isa/ Is November 28-12 Literally, ‘ice’: a static period. The time of waiting before birth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, 1992
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Ruis/Elder Nov 25 – Dec 22 – Ruis – (RWEESH), elder – Celtic tree month of Ruis (Elder) commences (Nov 25 – Dec 22) – 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).
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
W 27 High 12:55 AM 7.4 7:28 AM Rise 8:33 AM 0
~ 27 Low 6:20 AM 2.5 4:40 PM Set 5:49 PM
~ 27 High 12:13 PM 9.3
~ 27 Low 7:13 PM -1.3
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – A warm smile is the universal language of kindness!
~ Most people work hard enough not to get fired and get paid just enough not to quit. -George Carlin
~ The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace. – Kate Chopin
~ If you are not criticized, you may not be doing much. – Sophia Gibson
~ Anyone who thinks they are too small to make a difference, has never been in bed with a mosquito. – Georg Grey
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither,
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither. –Robert Frost (1874–1963)
“I sing praises to this little boy, no more than seven or eight,
Who just pranced right up to me and interlaced his own tiny, nail-polished fingers
With my own, and cried out, “Twins!”
I sing praises to his choice of glittery green,
Which perfectly complements my shimmery purple.
I sing praises to his guts, his gumption, his presumption
That I am a friend, a familiar, a fellow fairy — family —
Even though we’ve never met.
I sing praises to the street that brings us together
And to the fabulous whomever he, she, they will become.
I sing praises to the well-coiffed mother, bubbling over and teary-eyed,
As she exclaims, “He saw you all the way across the street and just had to say, ‘Hello.’”
I sing praises to the baseball-capped father, looking on with quiet pride,
As he asks, “Do you paint yourself or do you have them professionally done?”
I sing praises to the grandma and the grandpa, holding hands and smiling wide,
As they look one another in the eye and celebrate what their love has made.
I sing praises to the dozens of witnesses to this family reunion,
The ones who hurry by and the ones who slow down,
The ones who look up from their phones to watch history being made,
The ones who set aside their cynicism for one, brief, shining moment,
So they can join in the smiles,
Join in the connection,
As I squeeze the tiny fingers of this seven-or-eight-year-old unicorn and proclaim: “Twins!”
And I sing praises to the cloud of invisible witnesses that surrounds us,
And in the singing and the praising, I feel them appear around us.
This is fantasy, but this is real.
This is fantasy, but fantasy is what painted our nails in the first place.
I see Marsha, brick in hand, ready to take no shit,
And Sylvia, microphone primed, ready to take us to task.
I see Christine, done up and glamorous, no hair out of place,
And I hear Marlene and Sylvester and David, crooning as Billy tickles the ivories.
I see Langston and Lorraine and James and Oscar, scribbling away,
As José and Eve and Michel critique and queer and complicate.
I hear Divine and Candy and Jackie and Andy and Hibiscus whispering,
“Don’t be so serious. Let this just be the silly thing it is.”
I feel the breeze as Alvin twirls by,
And I feel the squeeze as Alan computes the logic of it all.
I see Harvey and Audre and Michael and Harry,
And Gordon and Edie and Jane and Dick,
Satisfied and still nudging, content and continuing to fight.
I hear Leonard and Howard composing a hit,
As Michael choreographs a group number,
And Frida lines us all up for what will surely be a kooky portrait for the ages.
I feel the forces, see the faces of the famous and the foreign,
And the cloud opens wider to reveal our mess of martyrs.
I see Matthew and Brandon and Roxana and Joan,
I see faces I’ve never seen before,
I hear names I’ve never known,
I hear voices I’ve never heard before, shouting, “Twins! Twins! Twins!”
We are nothing alike and we are everything alike,
We are on the street together and we are more than worlds apart.
We are a rainbow and we are a cloud,
Born of color and tears, of triumph and tragedy,
Feeding the arc of a moral universe that has trampled us,
Even as we decorate the damn thing and teach it how to bend.
We are serious and sassy, glittery and grim,
Furious and filled with fear that fools itself into fabulosity.
We are everything I describe and nothing I describe.
We are everything I see and so much I do not see.
We can pick out one another on the street,
And we can be strangers in the same parade.
We are more than fits inside our ever-expanding initials,
And we are only as much as we allow ourselves to be.
We are a rainbow and we are a cloud,
Bending and bursting, beautiful and terrifying.
And I sing praises to the rainbow and I sing praises to the cloud.
I sing praises to the colorful progress,
And I sing praises to the storm that shouts, “Progress is a myth.
Stop acting so small. You are the Universe in ecstatic motion.”
I sing praises to the Universe that we are,
To the rainbow that we’ve been, to the cloud we will all become,
And I feel that word fizzing up inside me, though it often frightens more than frees:
I sing praises to this family
That claims me for who I am and gently shoves me into who I can become.
I sing praises to the saints who don’t want to be saints,
To the martyrs and the heroes who ask for none of the notoriety.
I sing praises to the bloodless ties that keep us afloat until the blood ties catch up.
I sing praises to the clouds that cry out, “Families belong together,”
And know that it means so much more than what some want it to mean.
I sing praises to this fleeting moment on the street,
A moment that begins between two nail-polished people,
And then prisms out, extending the rainbow, creating the cloud.
We are twins and we are nothing alike.
We are seeking a tribe and we are extending the tribe.
We have so much to teach and we have so much to learn.
We have eternal praises to sing and we have eternal thanks to give.
Our greatest gift is the light of our color and the salt of our tears,
As we recognize one another like children on the busy street and insist on saying,
“Hello. I see you. I feel this between us and I can’t quite explain it.”
I sing praises to our gift of family recognition,
And until all families bend to the love of difference,
Until this country bends to love of family,
I sing praises to this growing familial cloud,
Rainbow saints painting paths for their yearning children,
And I pray not with my own hands clasped together,
But with my polished fingers interlaced with any other child I can recognize.
- Q: What does a turkey who argues a lot say? A: Squabble, squabble, squabble.
- Q: What does a jewelry lovin’ turkey say? A: Bauble, bauble, bauble.
- Q: What does a dyslexic turkey say? A: Boggle, boggle, boggle.
- Q: What does a turkey in the shoe repair shop say? A: Cobble, cobble, cobble.