Daily Stuff 5-16-20 St. Brendan the Navigator

Hi, folks!

Featured photo by Ken Gagne. The shop is closed for the duration, hoping to open on 5/21.

There’s a bit of a shower going right now, but it’s been dry and the sunshine last afternoon was lovely! 53F, wind at 4mph and gusting, AQI36, UV7. 100% chance of rain today and 40% tonight. Most of the afternoon is likely to be damp, at least, with showers moving through and rain is more likely than not through Friday. We lost our dry day in the middle of that. After that, probably dry.

Yesterday was frustrating. I hadn’t been talking much about classes because there weren’t a lot this week that I was interested in. Most of those were going to be this weekend, but as I’m starting to try to sign in to the Friday classes several take new apps that have to be downloaded, many aren’t findable and I’m getting tired of fighting with the computer. I’ve been trying to sign up for classes from one group for tonight and tomorrow and it keeps coming back with “busy” as a response…. The class at noon kept telling me that the class hadn’t started… from 11:55 to 12:35…. Ugh.

So I gave up on classes for the day, figuring to work out what was going on later. I went through mail and fell down a pinterest rabbit hole for awhile. Tempus got up and made coffee and then I went out and got pictures. After that I started the Composte. It was a lot of peeling and chopping veg. I separated some greens out for another dish. Oddly enough, the dish involves cooked vegetables and pears, that are then cooled and put into a sauce that lightly pickles them.

Tempus was working on the car, trying to get the one headlight working properly. He gave me a hand with some plant things. We got some supper and I got a nap, finished up the compost and got another nap. He was late heading out for the papers, nearly 3:30.

Today I do have some classes to get into. We’ll see if I manage. Otherwise I have a pottage and an apple dish to make today, along with continuing with stock things.

Sunrise fishermen on 5-16-17 by Ken Gagne

LeekToday’s plant is the Leek,  Allium ampeloprasumone of the longed-for foods of spring, cultivated for at least 4 millennia. Since leeks over-winter in many/most places and begin to come up before snowmelt in even the most frozen climes, they were one of the “rescue foods” of late winter and pack a lot of nutrition in a tasty package. Leeks are the national symbol of Wales. –Masculine, Mars, Fire – Symbolized in the Runic alphabet as “Laguz”, it brings prosperity and health in the spring. Potato Leek Health soup is a magickal blend often prepared by witches in the very early spring (and I put the recipe in this blog earlier in the year, pre-Imbolc). Eating leeks together brings love. Carry a leek as a protective amulet and bite it if you’re feeling surrounded by evil.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leek

200px-Saint_brendan_german_manuscriptToday’s Feast is that of St. Brendan the Navigator. St. Brendan is a 5th-6th century saint from Ireland. He went on a legendary voyage to the Isles of the Blest, looking for Eden. Well, so the story goes. It’s a legend, but it’s been an inspiration for many folks down through the centuries. He may actually have gotten to North America.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brendan_the_Navigator  and Tim Severin’s re-creation of the voyage  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_Severin#The_Brendan_Voyage_.281976.E2.80.931977.29

The shop is closed for the duration, but hoping to open on 5/21. Need something? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at ancientlight@peak.org We should be able to accommodate requests and even allow a little shopping, one person at a time.

Love & Light,
Anja

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Today’s Astro & Calendar

Waning Moon Magick – From the Full Moon to the New is a time for study, meditation, and magic designed to banish harmful energies and habits, for ridding oneself of addictions, illness or negativity. Remember: what goes up must come down. Phase ends at the Tide Change on 5/22 at 10:39am. Waning Crescent Moon –Best time for beginning introspective magicks that are more long term (full year cycle) A good time for beginning knot magicks to “bind up” addictions and illness (finish just before the Tide Change of Dark to New) and “tying up loose ends” God/dess aspects – Demeter weeping for her Daughter, Mabon, Arachne Tyr. Phase ends on 5/17 at 10:39pm. 

Arch of Spring 2014 (ignore the planets)

The Arch of Spring sinks lower. All week, look west-northwest at nightfall for Pollux and Castor. They’re lined up almost horizontal (depending on your latitude), some 30° upper left of brilliant Venus: about three fists at arm’s length. Pollux and Castor form the top of the enormous Arch of Spring. Lower left of them is Procyon, the left end of the Arch. Farther to their lower right is the other end, formed by Menkalinan (Beta Aurigae) and then brilliant Capella. Venus shines below the Arch’s right side.
These dark spring evenings, the long, dim sea serpent Hydra snakes level far across the southern sky. Find his head, a rather dim asterism about the width of your thumb at arm’s length, in the southwest. It’s upper right of Procyon, the brightest star due west, by about a fist and a half. The brightest star of Hydra is Alphard, his 2nd-magnitude orange heart, a fist and a half left of his head. Hydra’s tail stretches all the way to Libra rising in the southeast. Dim Crater and brighter Corvus ride on his back. Hydra’s star pattern, from forehead to tail-tip, is 95° from end to end, longer than any other constellation.
Asteroids 23 Thalia and 40 Harmonia share a relatively small region of the sky this month. To see them tonight, find Virgo’s bright star Spica above the southern horizon after dark. Slide your gaze 15° east to 4th-magnitude Iota (ι) Virginis. Look 5° west of Iota, and you’re smack-dab in the middle of an imaginary line running southwest between Thalia and Harmonia. Tonight, the two are 2.2° apart, with Harmonia farther southwest than Thalia. Both of these main-belt asteroids are roughly 67 miles (108 kilometers) across. If you return to this region at the end of the month, you’ll find that Thalia has moved about 2° southwest, appearing to chase after Harmonia, which has slid roughly 2° due west.

The waning Moon passes Jupiter, Saturn, and then Mars in early dawn this week. The Moon is shown three times its actual apparent size, and it’s positioned for an observer near the middle of North America.

The Moon passes 4° south of Neptune at 8 A.M. pDT. Two hours before sunrise, the pair are 6.5° apart and low on the eastern horizon shortly after rising. Follow them upward as the sky lightens with dawn. The Moon is just 33 percent lit and waning, while Neptune glows at magnitude 6, its disk appearing just 2″ across. The nearest bright star is magnitude 4.2 Phi (φ) Aquarii, a red-hued star that offers a glimpse of our Sun’s future. Currently in the red giant phase of its life, Phi is more than 260 times as luminous as the Sun and almost 39 times as wide. The star will eventually run out of nuclear fuel and its core will turn into a tiny white dwarf, lighting up what once was the star’s own atmosphere as a beautiful planetary nebula.
Mercury early this week emerges rapidly in the western twilight, far below Venus. On May 15th Mercury is still 13° beneath Venus and a bit to the right. But the gap between them closes by 2° per day until they come to conjunction on May 21st, 1° apart, as shown above. Thereafter they separate again, with Mercury now on top. During the week Mercury fades from magnitude –1.1 to –0.6. Venus is 30 times brighter on their date of conjunction.

Old Farmer’s Almanac May Sky Map – https://www.almanac.com/night-sky-map-may-asterisms
Goddess Month of Hera runs from 5/16 – 6/12
Celtic Tree Month of Huath, Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9
Runic half-month of Inguz/Ing, 5/14-5/28 – Male consort of Nerthus, the Earth Mother, Ing is god of the hearth. This time of year expresses potential for abundant growth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 70.

Sun in Taurus
Moon in Pisces
Venus(6/25), Jupiter (9/12), Saturn(9/29), Pluto(10/4) Retrograde

Color: Grey

Planting 5/15-6

©2020 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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Celtic Tree Month of Huath/Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9 – I am fair among flowers – Color: Purple – Class: Peasant – Letter: H – Meaning: Being held back for a period of time – Hawthorn – Like willows, hawthorns have many species in Europe, and they are not always easy to tell apart. All are thorny shrubs in the Rose family (Rosaceae), and most have whitish or pinkish flowers. The common hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna Jacq.) and midland hawthorn (Crataegus laevigata (Poiret) DC.) are both widespread. They are common in abandoned fields and along the edges of forests. Both are cultivated in North America, as are several native and Asiatic hawthorns. Curtis Clark

Huathe – Hawthorne Ogam letter correspondences
Month: April
Color: Purple
Class: Peasant
Letter: H
Meaning: Being held back for a period of time

to study this month – Ur – Heather and Mistletoe Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Purple
Class: Heather is Peasant; Mistletoe is Chieftain
Letter: U
Meaning: Healing and development on the spiritual level.

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Tides for Alsea Bay
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Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time    Feet     Sunset                                    Visible
Sa  16      Low   3:22 AM     2.5   5:47 AM    Rise  3:36 AM      38
~    16     High   8:47 AM     5.5   8:39 PM     Set  2:44 PM
~    16      Low   3:18 PM     1.1
~    16     High   9:53 PM     6.5

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – A skeptic is a person who when he sees the handwriting on the wall claims  it’s a forgery.

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Journal Prompt – Wiki – If you could trade places with a famous person for a day, who would you like to be and why?

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Quotes

~   The problem is that the people with the most ridiculous ideas are always the people who are most certain of them. – Bill Maher
~   Prayer does not use up artificial energy, doesn’t burn up any fossil fuel, doesn’t pollute. Neither does song, neither does love, neither does the dance. ~ Margaret Mead
~   Ninety percent of those who fail are not actually defeated.  They simply quit. – Paul J. Meyer, Entrepreneur and writer
~   A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself. – Arthur Miller (1915-2005) US playwright

The new grass brightens by the trodden way,
The woods wave welcome to the sweet spring day,
And the sea is growing summer blue. –Elizabeth A. Allen (1832–1911)

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Magick – THE FARMER AND THE GODDESS – A MODERN STORY OF REBIRTH

The night was quiet and peaceful, with only the occasional call of a whippoorwill to break the tranquil silence.  The Moon was an iridescent ball of silver perched high in the heavens, illuminating the Earth below.  The sky, a lovely shade of midnight blue, was sparsely speckled with the twinkle of stars.  I peered out my window, enchanted by the beauty of the night.  As my eyes wandered, they came to rest upon the corn field – the corn field that had broken my very heart.

In the beginning, I had worked patiently and diligently tending the soil.  I tilled it – turning it over and over, so that the new could surface and the old could rest.  I carefully pulled away the weeds and the remnants of the old crop to make the field ready for new planting.  I fertilized and nurtured it, smoothed and moistened it.  Day after day, I toiled to make it ready.  Finally, I plowed it into even rows and lovingly planted it.

Every day, I tended the seed and watched for new sprouts. Tenaciously, I ripped the weeds from Earth that would rob the seeds of the nutrients necessary for their growth.  And then one day, I saw it – a single, solitary sprout that had pushed its way through the soil!  Within the week, the entire field was covered with a very thin mesh of green, and I felt a joy in my heart that words cannot describe!  The hard work, the aching muscles, and the tender care with which I had nurtured the field was not in vain – the Earth which I loved had given birth, and was alive in the greening of the seed I had sown.

Daily, I worked in the field, delighting in the growth of the corn – revelling in its freshness – exulting in the part I had played in its birth.  The rains came down, drenching the earth and the roots grew deep.  The sun shone brightly on the young plants and they grew tall, reaching for the sky.  Ears began to form on the stalks, and all was well with the crop.

But then the drought arrived, and the rains came no more.  The sun still beamed brightly, and the roots moved deeper and deeper into the Earth in their desperate quest to find water.  Alas, there was not a single drop left with which they could quench their thirst. The once luxuriant green leaves began to yellow and wither.  The stalks which had stood so proudly against the sky began to shrivel and crack, and the tender ears, so newly born, dried up in death. Yes, the corn which I had helped to birth – that which I had loved so dearly – was gone.  Dried up.  Dead.

A tear fell from my eye as I stood looking at the field that night, remembering.  A gentle breeze rustled through the old and withered stalks as I wiped away the tear.  And then…I saw something!  Or was it someone?  Slowly and silently I crept toward the corn field to take a better look.  I felt my heart beating faster and faster, as panic began to consume me.  After all, it was nearly midnight and too late for visitors!  Whoever was in the field was obviously up to no good, and I wanted them to leave immediately!  My legs moved faster and faster – more quickly than I had dreamed they were capable – until I was, indeed, on a dead run!  When I reached the old oak tree that shaded the northern edge of the field, I opened my mouth to shout my displeasure at the trespasser; however, I fell silent as my eyes focused on the sight, and my mouth gaped wide. For there, in the center of the corn field, was a young woman in white – her hair as gold as the maize – glowing in the shimmering iridescence of the moonlight!

Questions ravaged my tired brain, as I tried to assess the situation and size up the intruder.  Who was She?  What was She doing there?  Surely She knew She was trespassing – and most certainly She knew that it was illegal!  As much as I wished to call out to Her, I was mesmerized by Her very presence and found that I could say nothing.  Helplessly, I watched as She moved through the rows of death.  She stopped to caress a dry and withered leaf, and then smiling, held it to her cheek.  Gently, She reached out and wrapped Her arms about the cracked, brown stalk, hugging it closely to Her breast.  She released the stalk and bent down to look at one of the ears – perfectly formed, but shriveled in its deathly demise.  Quickly, She snapped the ear from its stalk, tugged away its husk and swiftly moved toward the outside perimeter of the field.

Holding the ear of corn high above Her golden head, She began to dance upon the barren Earth.  As if in slow motion, She twirled about the outside edges of the field, as she softly hummed an unfamiliar tune.  Round and round the field She danced, picking up momentum as She worked Her way toward the center.  Louder and louder She sang, the volume increasing as Her feet flew faster and continued to spiral toward the center.  Within the matter of a few seconds, She had become a whirling dervish – dancing with such wild abandon that the kernels of corn were loosed from their cob, flying helter-skelter across the field!  She glistened in the moonlight as droplets of perspiration formed upon Her body, and in the frenzy of Her dance, they too, were flung upon the Earth.  Her feet and voice reached the ultimate crescendo at the center of the corn field, and She fell upon the ground in total exhaustion.

All was silent.  The sounds of the nocturnal creatures had been stilled.  All was enveloped in an unnatural hush – as if time itself, had stopped.  She lay on the Earth, unbreathing, unmoving, immobile – as still as Death, itself!  I stared at Her in horror, the panic which I had forgotten, rushing back into my brain with full force.  Was She alright?  Good Heavens!  Was She dead??

Finally, I gathered my wits about me, found my feet and rushed toward the center of the corn field, where She had fallen in collapse.  My heart beating wildly, I reached out to Her – but She was gone!  She had disappeared into the very ether!  All that was left in Her place was a single corn cob, void of its kernels – the kernels which had flung from their resting place in the midst of the Lady’s spiral dance.

The sun was shining hotly on my face as I rubbed my sleepy eyes into total alertness.  Where was I?  This didn’t feel like my bed! What was causing this blinding light?  I was soaked to the bone! Just what the hell was happening here?  Cautiously, I opened my eyes and surveyed my surroundings.  To my dismay, I was lying smack-dab in the middle of the corn field and my head was resting in a rather large mud puddle.  Clenched tightly in my fist, like some precious jewel in need of protection, was a solitary corn cob. I scrambled to my feet and tried in desperation to collect my thoughts.  What was I doing here?  Had I lost my mind?

And then…I remembered!  I remembered the cornfield in the moonlight – the Lady and the dance.  I also remembered how Her drops of perspiration had dropped to the ground in the frenzy of Her movements.  I looked at my feet and the Earth beneath them. Joy and wonder rose in my heart.  It had rained!  Merciful Heavens! It had rained – the Earth was soaked with moisture – the drought was over!

Gleefully, I ran through the cornfield, feeling my bare toes dig into the wet Earth – the same Earth which had been so cracked and dry and barren just yesterday.  I ran in joy.  I ran in ecstasy.  I ran in sheer celebration of the soil’s return to richness – and then, I stopped dead in my tracks.  Something was amiss.  Something had changed.  Something was quite unlike it had been before. Scanning the field, I realized that it was once again covered with delicate green mesh of newly sprouting corn!  In awe, I reached down to cradle a newly-formed sprout and as my fingers touched the verdant green leaf, a feminine voice began to speak:

“You were born of me!  You are my child and at death you shall     return to me.  Fear not of death, dear one, for within its     realm I shall bring you new life!  Just as the corn lives again     – so shall it be with you!  For all that falls shall rise     again, and that which dies shall be blessed with the gift of     rebirth – the gift of My love!” – Kalioppe-

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Silliness – They walk among us

I was at the checkout of a local Walmart.
The cashier rang up $46.64 charges.
I gave her a fifty dollar bill. She gave me back $46.64.
I gave the money back to her and told her that she
had made a mistake in MY favor.
She became indignant and informed me she was educated and
knew what she was doing, and she returned the money again.
I gave her the money back — same scenario!
I departed the store with the $46.64.

They Walk Among Us! …..

I walked into a Starbucks with a
buy-one-get-one-free coupon for a Grande Latte.
I handed it to the girl and she looked over at
a little chalkboard that said ‘buy one-get one free.’
“They’re already buy-one- get-one-free,” she said,
“so I guess they’re both free.”
She handed me my free lattes, and I walked out the door.

They Walk Among Us! …..

One day I was walking down the beach with some friends,
when one of them shouted, “Look at that dead bird!”
Someone looked up at the sky and asked, “Where?”

They Walk Among Us! …..

While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent
which direction was north; because, he explained,
he didn’t want the sun waking him up every morning.
She asked, “Does the sun rise in the north?”
When my brother explained that the sun rises in the East,
and has for sometime; she shook her head and said,
“Oh I don’t keep up with all that stuff.”

They Walk Among Us!! …..

I used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center.
One day I got a call from an individual who asked
what hours the call center was open.
I told him, “The number you dialed is open
24 hours a day, 7 days a week.”
He responded, “Is that Eastern or Pacific time?”
Wanting to end the call quickly, I said, “Uh, Pacific.”

They Walk Among Us! …..

My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car
designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped.
She keeps it in the trunk.

They Walk Among Us! …..

My friends and I went out to buy beer and noticed
that the cases were discounted 10%.
Since it was a big party, we bought two cases.
The cashier multiplied two times 10%
and gave us a 20% discount.

They Walk Among Us! …..

I couldn’t find my luggage at the airport baggage area,
so I went to the lost luggage office and
told the woman there that my bags never showed up.
She smiled and told me not to worry because
she was a trained professional, and I was in good hands.
“Now,” she asked me, “has your plane arrived yet?”
So I replied, “No Ma’am, The Pilot told us we’re circling the airport, 3rd in line to land” …..

They Walk Among Us! …..

While working at a pizza place, I observed
a man ordering a small pizza to go.
He appeared to be alone, and the cook asked him
if he would like it cut into four pieces or six..
He thought about it for some time before responding.
“Just cut it into four pieces.
I don’t think I’m hungry enough to eat six pieces.”

Yep, they walk among us…. bless their hearts 😊😊😊

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