Daily Stuff 10-9-20 Felicitas

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Featured photo by James Brunt. The shop is open 1-6pm, Thursday through Monday.

Right now it’s mostly cloudy and more than a bit foggy, but this evening the chance of rain goes up to 100%. We’re under a GALE WARNING, from 2 PM Friday to 2 AM PDT Saturday and a SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY, from 8 AM to 2 PM PDT Friday. 54F, wind at 0-3mph and gusting, AQI5-27, UV4. 10% chance of rain today and 100% tonight. Rain should start up this evening and be most of Saturday and Sunday, with showers on Monday/Tuesday. They’re talking about a possibly two inches by then! The rest of the 10-day should be dry with both clouds and sun.

Yesterday started pretty well. I printed up an hours sign and Tempus put it up. The Halloween goodies showed up as did our anniversary present…. a month late. <sigh> I fought my way through getting our car insurance paid. That used to be a 3-click thing. With the new policy it takes 4 numbers that I don’t have right where I can lay hands on them. Tempus was working on the new info on getting my stimulus check. He got his in March. We’ve been doing every piece of paperwork they threw at us and still haven’t seen one. Now they’re saying, “three weeks”.

I went back to doing the rings. It’s frustrating. I’ve started over almost a dozen times, now. I took a break and got the soup into freezer boxes.

During the day we had maybe 1/2 a dozen customers. The season is definitely winding down. This is why we set OCPPG for this time of year, but without that this year, it’s going to be a pretty skimpy fall.

I finally got the whole ring inventory done. Phew! It took me until 5pm. I think I’ve winkled out all the backstock and sorting which things we have and which we don’t.

Still no pictures…. I don’t know what’s going on…. …and then in fighting to get the Silliness in for today something changed again and pictures are coming through! I wish I knew what I was doing….

Today is going to be another like yesterday, although Tempus has to run errands in Newport, so I’m going to hand him a shopping list. I’m hoping to get some things headered and clear some of the clutter. I got a sign made for the classroom area and Tempus found the chain, so we’re going to be able to rope that off and keep customers out of it.

Hopefully, he’s also going to get my dehydrator cleaned, so I can get that finished, too.

Autumn spiral – photo by JAMES BRUNT


Today is the Feast of Felicitas. It’s a good day for making luck amulets and offerings for good fortune and prosperity. Felicitas and Fortuna are confusable to us, but the Romans understood that Fortuna could mean bad luck as well as good, while Felicitas was just good. More information here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felicitas  


Today’s Plant is BlackthornPrunus spinosa, sometimes called “sloe”, “wish-thorn” or “faery tree”. The blossoms, the fruits and the crimson sap display the three colors of the Great Goddess: white, black, and red. The dangerous long spikes and the red “blood” that flows in the veins of this tree enhance the dramatic effect of Her symbolism. Blackthorns are sacred to the Luantishees, which are Blackthorn Fairies who guard the trees. It makes great walking sticks, such as shillelaghs. The fruit and leaves contain Vitamin C, organic acids, tannins, and sugars. Otzi, the “Iceman” had fruits in his stomach, even though they’re pretty bitter for food. Good wines and liqueurs are made from the fruits. Steep the flowers for a diuretic, tonic, and laxative. Dried fruits can treat bladder, kidney and stomach ailments. Boil the leaves for a mouthwash or to sooth the throat from tonsillitis or laryngitis. – Feminine, Saturn, Earth – Blackthorn symbolizes the inevitability of Death, Good in magicks of protection and revenge, strife and negativity, the balance between light and darkness. The staves cane help in exorcism, to make wishes, in divination and general protection magicks. Being a plant that’s bad to tangle with it also symbolizes not only death and the conquering of death, but the wisdom gained in life and beyond life and can be used in magicks for the gaining of such wisdom. More here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prunus_spinosa

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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 10/16 at 12:31pm. Waning Gibbous Moon – Best time for draining the energy behind illness, habits or addictions. Magicks of this sort, started now, should be ended before the phase change to the New Moon. – Associated God/dess: Hera/Hero, Cybele, Zeus the Conqueror, Mars/Martius, Anansi, Prometheus. Phase ends at the Quarter on 10/9 at 5:40pm. 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 10/12 at 12:31am.

The high waning Moon at dawn steps through Gemini.

Last-quarter Moon (exact at 8:40 p.m. EDT). The Moon rises around 11 or midnight tonight local time. Once it does, look for Pollux a few degrees to its left and Castor above Pollux. Way high above them at that time is Capella. Far to their right, Orion is on the way up. By dawn Saturday morning the 10th, the Moon stands high in the southeast — with the Gemini twin stars glimmering to its upper left and brighter Procyon farther to its lower right, as shown below.

Because our satellite rises so late, this evening is the perfect time to seek out dimmer, deep-sky objects that would be obscured by its light. If you’re a seasoned observer with a good scope, consider searching out several of Aquila’s planetary nebulae: NGC 6804, NGC 6781, NGC 6741, NGC 6772, and NGC 6751. They range from magnitude 11 to 13, so the size of your aperture and your skill at spotting dim objects will both come into play. Astroimagers may have more luck getting these stunningly beautiful dying stars to show up in longer exposures, and an Oxygen-III filter can further help bring out their soft glow. If you’re looking for slightly brighter targets, turn your scope to NGC 6755 and NGC 6756, two open clusters located about 4.5° west-northwest of Delta Aquilae. Nearby are also two globular clusters — NGC 6749 and NGC 6760 — 3.2° and 4.8° east of Theta (θ) Serpentis, respectively.

Io reappears out of eclipse from Jupiter’s shadow around 8:27 p.m. EDT. Watch it slowly glimmer into view a little east of the planet. Right around that same time, Jupiter’s Great Red Spot should be transiting Jupiter’s central meridian.

Old Farmer’s Almanac October Sky Map – https://www.almanac.com/night-sky-october

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Runic half-month of Gebo/ Gyfu – Sept 28-Oct 12 – Gyfu represents the unity that a gift brings between the donor & recipient. It is a time of unification, both between members of society and between the human and divine.Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 102

Goddess Month of Hathor runs from 10/3 – 10/30
Celtic Tree Month of Gort/Ivy  Sep 30 – Oct 27

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Sun in Virgo

Waning Quarter exact 5:40pm.

Mars (11/13), Neptune (11/28), Chiron (12/12) Uranus (1/14/21) Retrograde
Color: Rose

Planting 10/8-10

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Gort/Ivy  Sep 30 – Oct 27 – Gort – (GORT), ivy – Ivy (Hedera helix L.) is also a vine, growing to 30 m (100 feet) long in beech woods and around human habitations, where it is widely planted as a ground cover. Ivy produces greenish flowers before Samhain on short, vertical shrubby branches. The leaves of these flowering branches lack the characteristic lobes of the leaves of the rest of the plant. Like holly, ivy is evergreen, its dark green leaves striking in the bare forests of midwinter. Ivy is widely cultivated in North America. It is a member of the Ginseng family (Araliaceae).

Gort – Ivy Ogam letter correspondences
Month: September
Color: Sky Blue
Class: Chieftain
Letter: G
Meaning: Take time to soul search or you will make a wrong decision.

to study this month Uilleand – Honeysuckle Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Yellow-white
Class: Peasant
Letter: P, PE, UI
Meaning: Proceed with caution.

Tides for Alsea Bay *

Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~           /Low      Time    Feet      Sunset                                  Visible
F    9      Low  12:09 AM     0.9   7:25 AM     Set  2:56 PM      62
 ~    9     High   7:03 AM     5.5   6:41 PM    Rise 11:44 PM
~     9      Low  11:50 AM     3.9
~     9     High   5:40 PM     6.6

Affirmation/Thought for the Day – And… At the end of your days, be leaning forward – not falling backwards.

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Journal Prompt – Expository – What tempted me today?


~   America is a nation that conceives many odd inventions for getting somewhere but it can think of nothing to do once it gets there. – Will Rogers (1879-1935) US actor, humorist
~   Power based on love is a 1000 X more effective & permanent than power derived from fear of punishment. – Mahatma Gandhi
~   When you are doing a piece you are with it. You don’t want to wait until next week, when experience will have given you something else. – Louise Nevelson (1889-1988) Russian artist
~   An intelligence test sometimes shows a man how smart he would have been not to have taken it. – Dr. Lawrence J. Peter (1919-1990) US pop psychologist, writer

O Suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;

When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant. – Helen Hunt Jackson (1830–85)

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Samhain Magick – Lore – PaganNews .com – Pagan Views – The Haunting of Elizabeth McGregor

The Old House was always cold this time of year, when the North Winds blew the leaves to the ground. Blazing with the color of the very sun itself, the dry leaves flurry past the window bringing with it another draft of cold to howl through the halls and into the very bones themselves chilling the night and freezing the mind into winter’s hibernation; Wood smoke permeating the air, another log laid upon the fire, sparking the ambers to catch the breeze and fly with the draft, chasing away the fear of another long winter spent alone waiting for Edward to return. Emily begins to set the table for supper, as twilight enfolds the house in darkness. Light is a luxury often taken for granted, Emily lights the Kitchen Lamp, and gives Thanks once again to the goddess for sending her Edward to care for things like kerosene and candles, wicks, and wax. No more freezing nights, and starving days, her children won’t ever know the pain hunger brings.

She calls her children to table, relishing once again in their cherub beauty. Healthy and bright, they bounce to their chairs, hungry from a long day at play they waste no time finishing the meal it took all the day to prepare, in one fail swoop and gone to wash for bed, and turning in for dreams to begin. Oh, to be young and carefree again! She reminisces her days of youth, clearing away the dishes in one swoop and storing the food away she looks around her kitchen with pride. The wood burning stove warm from cooking, black as night, the well full of water and the basin full of dishes, waiting just the same for someone to claim them and put them away. The Ice Box she kept in the cellar along with all her foodstuff. She loved the freedom of living so far from town, and dreaded the day when the trek need be made for the mandatory supplies to run the household. She bends down to straighten the rug, old as time, faded and worn, a gift from her mother, she said would brighten the house and make it feel like home. Mother was right, as old as it was the red wool warmed her heart as well as the floor.

Walking to the windows, to adjust the drapes, she catches a light on the edge of the forest. What was that, fire? The Moon set with the Sun tonight, I should turn in early as well. The children put to bed she begins to hear shots, or maybe the wind? Looking out the window she can see them now, tiny flames bouncing as the men climb the small hill that separates the house form the forest. What are they shouting? Witch? Me? I am no witch; just because I pay attention to the nature of life doesn’t make me a Witch. Why on earth would they be coming here, with torches, and anger as hot as the very flame they carry? Could it be because of Mary’s baby? Or Sarah’s Husband leaving her for one of those loose women from town, I told her, oh my God, I told all of them, and it all came to pass. This can’t be happening, get away form here! This is my land and I want you off my property! The crash of the window was the last thing she heard, the shattering glass drowned out by the shouting chant, Burn Witch Burn! Back to Hell you Evil and Wicked Woman! You cause too much trouble with your tongue and seeing eyes. Bum Witch Burn along with your lies!

The roar from the flames as the fire caught hold of her mother’s rug deafened her to all other sound. Faintly she heard the children, Mother! Where are you Mother! But it was too late, stumbling to the floor in her feeble attempt to stop the mob of towns’ men; she broke her ankle on the board she’d been meaning to replace. Ironic that she had forgotten to pick up a new floor board this morning when she went to town for the weeks supplies and now they will be offerings to the gods, as she lay engulfed in the flames of destiny.

The Old house burned completely, save for the fireplace and chimney, one wall as well was left standing, as witness to the crucifixion. Edward could not believe his eyes nor comprehend the insanity of the lies given him as reason for such a hideous action. The children were found huddled together in their room. The wool blanket making a perfect death shroud, the pine framed bed the perfect coffin. Ashes to Ashes, and Dust to Dust, from whence we came, we thus return.

The years pass away and life takes hold, the house rebuilt and sold, passed on to someone new, yet built on the very dew, of the burning. The family moves in to The Old House, and Elizabeth lays her mothers rug upon the floor. Thread bare and worn, faded and torn, the red holding its hue, despite all the years it’s been through. Cozy and warm the kids’ crowd around, wanting to see the view from the window. Elizabeth leaving them for her spindle, to twist the wool thread that will keep them all warm this coming winter.

It always seems colder in the fall, when the North Winds blow the leaves all around. But the Old House has been rebuilt better then before. The boards fitting tighter, the wind ignored. Stopping to add another log to the dying fire, there’s a knock at the door. A neighbor, come to inquire about their welfare. Are they getting along all right?

“Why indeed, far better then ever in the City, I do like this country living, with the forest so close I feel almost witchy.”

“Its funny you should say such a thing, after all that has happened in this very house, I dare say child, don’t you know?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Well, sit down my dear, for this you need to hear…”

As the story was told Elizabeth grew cold, from dread, or from something else instead, she was uncertain, but knew that this didn’t change anything. The House was hers and hers it would stay, haunted or no she couldn’t just walk away. The House had a life all its own and it shown late at night when the light from within glowed warm intentions. Elizabeth loved this house, almost as if she had lived there before, in a dream, or so it seemed to her anyway.

Later that evening, when the children lay fast sleeping, she thought she heard them crying. Checking to see what it could be she found her little ones safe and sound in their beds. All through the night prayers, and made some suggestions, on how to free a trapped soul. Blessing her, she turned to go and He told her as she opened the door,

“Not without the family!”

She turns and just as she was going to ask what he meant, he was pulled away on some call of duty and she was left alone wondering.

The afternoon was fast approaching and she needed to be on her way, the grocery would be crowed this time of day. So instead of buying the supplies for the week, she purchased a single white candle, and leaving her order to be picked up the following day she hurried home, taking the shorter way through the forest, instead of the road.

When she returned to the Old House it was approaching twilight, the Moon Rising Sun Setting in Unison. Mercury darting the sky and gone in the blink of an eye as twilight sets in. Elizabeth begins. She sets up the dinning table in the middle of the kitchen, her mothers’ rug centered beneath it. She leaves the chairs, no need to sit; this will only take a minute. The candle she places dead center upon the table and checks the window to be sure it rests within the sash, no draft will put out the flame unexpectedly, for that would ruin everything. The striker she holds and just as she is about to unfold the spark, she remembers the priest’s words of warning for surely that is what they were. She rounds up the Children and calls Thomas back in form his work on the fence,

“There is time enough tomorrow, today thus went already.”

The Four of them circle around the table, the children on either side, curiously squirming and wanting to decide who is going to get to strike the flame. Thomas takes the flint from his wife and places a kiss, soft as a caress upon her lips, moving to the other side of the table, striking the flame; Elizabeth brings the candle to life. Together they stand, holding the hands, of the ones they love most. Hypnotized by the candles glow, never to know, that they burned in less then a minute of time, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, from whence we came, to thus returns, a life for a life is destinies token, the karmic law is never broken.

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