The pavement is damp, but drying. The sky is overcast, but getting brighter every minute. 47F, wind at 0mph and gusting, AQI34, UV1. It looks like it should be dry today and most of tomorrow, but then Saturday night into Sunday we could get another 1/3 of an inch. Monday should be dry again, but showers are due to start up Tuesday afternoon and go on for the rest of the week.
Yesterday we didn’t get much done, but we had planned a day of ’nuffin’s because we knew how tired we were going to be. Tempus made bread and both of us cleared mail…. other than that, we napped/slept and then he took off around 8pm to start the paper route.
By midnight he had already started the regular subscriber route. I napped for awhile and read for awhile, then got going on some writing. I got picked up at 3:30 and was back by 4:30. We added only one more lighted house. The sky was about 1/2 clouds and 1/2 stars and it was slightly foggy in spots, with damp streets. It was warmer than it’s been, 45F. Tempus got finished just before 6am.
Today’s Plant is Evening primrose, Oenothera species, sometimes called Sundrop or Suncup in Oregon. The young roots can be eaten like a peppery-flavored vegetable and the shoots can be used in salad. It can be used in poultices for wound-healing and to ease bruises. (Sun…it’s drying) Clinical trials don’t support the traditional uses for treatment of PMS (particularly bloating and water retention) or cervical ripening in pregnancy, but one of the varieties has promise as a treatment for breast cancer. – Masculine, Sun, Fire – This herb is often called the King’s Cure-all, used by a ruler to cure scrofula. It has powers of healing, particularly for drying “wet” wounds or injuries. It can be used in sleep sachets, and for spells to cure (or cause) alcoholism. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evening_primrose
1675 – Charles II tried to suppress the coffee-houses, since people gathered there to discuss a lot of politics and such. His Proclamation of Suppression was laughed away in just 12 days. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coffee_house#Coffee_in_Europe
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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 1/10 at 11:12am. 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 9:13am on 12/27. 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 12/30 at 9:13am.
In twilight about 30 minutes after sunset, spot the thin crescent Moon low in the southwest. It’s well to the lower right of Venus, as shown here. Using binoculars, look for faint Saturn disappearing toward the horizon a few degrees lower right of the Moon. This is the last we’ll see of Saturn in the evening sky until next summer.
As the stars come out, face north and look high. Cassiopeia is now a flattened M shape canted at about a 45° angle (depending on where you live). Hardly more than an hour later, the M has turned horizontal. Constellations passing near the zenith appear to rotate rapidly with respect to the direction “up.”
The variable star Algol in Perseus reaches minimum brightness around 8:51 p.m. EST, when it shines at magnitude 3.4. If you start watching it after darkness falls, you can see it more than triple in brightness, to magnitude 2.1, over the course of about five hours. This eclipsing binary star runs through a cycle from minimum to maximum and back every 2.87 days. Algol appears in the eastern sky after sunset and passes nearly overhead around 9 p.m. local time.
Jupiter passes behind the Sun from our perspective, a configuration astronomers call conjunction, at 1 p.m. EST. Needless to say, our star’s glare makes it impossible to see the planet. Jupiter will return to view before dawn in mid-January.
Jupiter is hidden in conjunction with the Sun.
Old Farmer’s Almanac Sky map for December – https://www.almanac.com/sky-map-december-2019
Goddess Month of Hestia runs from 12/26 – 1/22
Celtic Tree Month of Beth Birch Dec 24 – Jan 20
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 Runic half-month of Eihwaz/Eoh 12/28-1/11 Represents the dead, and the yew tree, sacred to Winter shamanism. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books
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Celtic Tree Month of Beth/Birch, Dec 24 – Jan 20, Beith – (BEH), birch – The silver birch (Betula pendula Roth) is the most common tree birch in much of Europe. It grows up to 30 m (100 feet) high, but is more often found in spreading clumps on sandy soils. It is one of the first trees to colonize an area after a mature forest is cut; this is probably a large part of its symbolic connection with new beginnings. It is cultivated in North America, often under the name of weeping birch. The three trees in my front yard form root sprouts that would take over the bed where they are planted if I didn’t cut them back. The common birch (B. pubescens Ehrh.) is almost as widespread as the silver birch, but grows primarily on acid or peaty soils. It can reach 20 m (65 feet) in height. Birches are members of the Birch family (Betulaceae). Curtis Clark
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 27 High 1:34 AM 7.2 7:52 AM Rise 9:14 AM 0
~ 27 Low 6:50 AM 3.2 4:43 PM Set 6:19 PM
~ 27 High 12:34 PM 8.8
~ 27 Low 7:39 PM -1.0
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Abundance is everywhere.
~ And so this is Christmas for black and for white, for yellow and red, let’s stop all the fight. – John Lennon (1940-1980) English singer, songwriter
~ Every day people are straying away from the church and going back to God. – Lenny Bruce
~ Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a… prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future. The past is closed and limited, the future is open and free. – Deepak Chopra
~ Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. – Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach (1830-1916) Austrian writer
Old Christmastide – Sir Walter Scott
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer:
Even, heathen yet, the savage Dane
At Iol more deep the mead did drain;
High on the beach his galleys drew,
And feasted all his pirate crew;
Then in his low and pine-built hall
Where shields and axes deck’d the wall
They gorged upon the half-dress’d steer;
Caroused in seas of sable beer;
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
The half-gnaw’d rib, and marrow-bone:
Or listen?d all, in grim delight,
While Scalds yell’d out the joys of fight.
Then forth, in frenzy, would they hie,
While wildly loose their red locks fly,
And dancing round the blazing pile,
They make such barbarous mirth the while,
As best might to the mind recall
The boisterous joys of Odin’s hall.
And well our Christian sires of old
Loved when the year its course had roll’d,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all his hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honour to the holy night;
On Christmas Eve the bells were rung;
On Christmas Eve the mass was sung:
That only night in all the year,
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donn’d her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dress’d with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry-men go,
To gather in the mistletoe.
Then open’d wide the Baron’s hall
To vassal, tenant, serf and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside
And Ceremony doff’d his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose;
The Lord, underogating, share
The vulgar game of ‘post and pair’.
All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight,
And general voice, the happy night,
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide;
The huge hall-table’s oaken face,
Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace,
Bore then upon its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord.
Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
By old blue-coated serving-man;
Then the grim boar’s head frown’d on high,
Crested with bays and rosemary.
Well can the green-garb’d ranger tell,
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death to tore,
And all the baiting of the boar.
The wassel round, in good brown bowls,
Garnish’d with ribbons, blithely trowls.
There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by
Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie;
Nor fail’d old Scotland to produce,
At such high tide, her savoury goose.
Then came the merry makers in,
And carols roar’d with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery;
White shirts supplied the masquerade,
And smutted cheeks the visors made;
But, O! what maskers, richly dight,
Can boast of bosoms half so light!
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale;
‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man’s heart through half the year. – Sir Walter Scott, from Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field
She weeps for a great river where willows will not grow.
She weeps for a field where grain and herbs will not grow.
She weeps for a pool where fishes cannot live.
She weeps for a waterside where reeds cannot live.
She weeps for a woodland where trees do not grow.
She weeps for a garden where honey and wine are not found.
She weeps for a place where life is not found. ~Babylonian Lament Of The Goddess
In ancient times, winter was imagined as a time when the Goddess wept for the death of her lover, the god of vegetation. Her tears watered the ground, preparing it for the god’s rebirth in springtime. The more intense her lamentation, the more the following season would be fruitful, the grains plentiful. Thus the rains and snows of winter were acknowledged to be, however inconvenient and even dangerous, necessary for the life of the planet to continue.
Today the winter of extinction has come to entire species, and even the laments of the Goddess cannot bring them back. Rivers have died, lakes are in danger. What has been our part in it? We do not ask. Instead we reap the benefits of the death of nature, consuming more and more, discarding more and more.
The Goddess weeps, but she cannot weep enough to bring back all that has been lost. It is up to each of us, to help revitalize our earth. )0( By Patricia Monaghan – From ” The Goddess Companion” and GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast 1-800-THE-MOON
Look how the sky’s doors open to your beauty.
Look how the Goddess waits to receive you.
This is death. This is the life beyond life.
Look how the day is breaking in the east.
Look how the Goddess awakens you. Listen
to us singing to you, there among the stars. ~Egyptian Coffin Texts
This was the period when the great Mysteries of Isis were celebrated. For three days, special rituals were held that enacted the story of the loss and restoration of Osiris, the brother and lover of Isis. Today, she sought for the body of her beloved; tomorrow, she grieved for his loss; and on the third day, she found his body and restored him to life.
The cycle of loss and return is the cycle of the seasons; each year we lose the beautiful fruitfulness of summer and enter into winter, but each year the earth is finally renewed and new life emerges. In our own lives, too, we see this cycle. Resisting loss is futile, because there is loss in every life. We must grieve, too, rather than deny the depth of our feelings when we have experienced loss, whether that be of a dream or a person, an object or an relationship. Finally, we will find some renewal occurring. It often seems unlikely, when in the grip of loss, that life will ever restore its balance again; we feel as though we ill perpetually be in pain. Yet the year always brings forth its promise: whatever happens, life will bring us change at last.
)0( By Patricia Monaghan – From ” The Goddess Companion” and GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast 1-800-THE-MOON