Daily Stuff 10-13-20 Lux Mundi festival

Hi, folks!

The shop opens at 1pm. Fall hours are 1pm-6pm Thursday through Monday (although we’re often here, later). Featured photo by Ken Gagne.

It’s still windy and occasionally wet. We’re under a GALE WARNING until noon. 55F, wind at 1-10 mph and gusting, AQI10-23, UV3. 100% chance of rain today and 10% tonight. After today, which could be pretty messy until early afternoon, we ought to be looking at dry weather, with some sun. Temps are likely to hover around 60F, except for Tuesday, which might be a little warmer.

Yesterday I slept hard and woke groggy with Tempus’ phone going off in my ear. I think we both levitated. We scrambled ourselves together and headed for the shop. It was pretty outside, but a little muggy.

I wrote, early on, and got one of my other blogs up to date. Linda stopped by and I gave her one of the starts from the Gigantor succulent, and she got a basket. I spent a little while working on H’ween stuff, then worked on recipes. Tempus was working on the loan application. …and then clean-up. His computer was arguing and he finally texted the loan guy, telling him that he was having tech difficulties and ran over to the PO.

I suddenly realized that the dehydrator was still running on the apples, so I got them put away just as Tempus drooped back in…. Columbus day. <sigh> We have the voter pamphlet, though and I got a *beautiful* spirit-lifting card from a friend. She also sent me a replacement for the fairy that went walk-about from my fairy garden.

I finally made the ham/pasta salad for supper. Udon noodles, frozen peas and carrots, onion, a box of the diced ham and water chestnuts. The noodles all stuck to each other rather than mixing through the salad. Hmm…. I overdid it on the mustard, too. Didn’t taste all that great.

I got a nap, then Tempus crashed out on the nap bed while I wrote for several hours. I’ve gotten a couple of the embroidery patterns written, now I need to do the drawings and patterns. I watched one of the geology vids and then got to work on the newsletter.

Today is the day that we’re closed. Depending on when Tempus gets in, we might get mail early on. I’m hoping to get some work done in back. Tempus has been working on the loan application and not doing much else. I’m hoping to work on the indoor plants, particularly in the north window, after getting them all watered.

I might go with Tempus on the bulk route tonight, so I can do a little shopping. It’s either than or make out a detailed shopping list for him for Thursday. He hates those, especially if I’m asking for something odd….. which I might be.

Oh, I was going to tell you about the mead! We got our anniversary present, 3 weeks after the day, but we finally tried some on Sunday.

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Photo from 10/9/16 by Ken Gagne of the Yachats River, taken looking up the valley. That’s a beautiful colored sun reflection in the water! 

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Today’s plant is Candy FlowerClaytonia siberica, also called Siberian Spring Beauty, Siberian Miner’s Lettuce or Pink Purslane is a flowering plant in the family Montiaceae, native to Siberia and western North America. A synonym is Montia sibirica. The plant was introduced into the United Kingdom by the 18th century where it has become very widespread. It is similar to Miner’s Lettuce in properties, but not as edible. – Feminine, Moon, Water, – Sprinkling it inside the home brings happiness, so it’s good in floor washes or new home blessings. Carry it with you for luck and to protect from violence. Put it into sleep pillows or add to a dream catcher to keep away nightmares. I’ve actually slipped it between the mattress and sheets for this purpose. This one is also a spirit-lifter.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claytonia_sibirica

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Lux Mundi festival, ancient Rome – Lux Mundi literally means ‘the Light of the World’. This is also another name for France’s Liberty, whose day this also is. Liberty’s torch shines hope in the world. Her statue graces New York City’s harbour, her full name being Liberty Enlightening the World.In Roman mythology, Liberty is Libertas, the goddess of freedom. Originally a deity of personal freedom, she evolved to become the goddess of the commonwealth. Her temples were found on the Aventine Hill and the Forum. She was depicted on many Roman coins as a female figure wearing a pileus (a felt cap, worn by slaves when they were set free), a wreath of laurels and a spear … from Pip Wilson’s Almanac.
In recent times the title of Lux Mundi has been taken on by Christians to mean Jesus rather than enlightenment, so many online references reflect this. More here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statue_of_Liberty http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Libertas

Today’s Plant

The shop opens at 1pm. Fall hours are 1pm-6pm Thursday through Monday (although we’re often here, later). Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at ancientlight@peak.org 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,
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 1/23 at 1:42pm. Hecate’s Brooch – 3-5 days before New Moon – Best time for Releasing Rituals. It’s the last few days before the new moon, the time of Hecate’s Brooch. This is the time that if you’re going to throw something out, or sweep the floors, or take stuff to Good Will, do it! Rid yourself of negativity and work on the letting go process. Release the old, removing unwanted negative energies, addictions, or illness. Do physical and psychic cleansings. Good for wisdom & psychic ability. Goddess Aspect: Crone – Associated God/desses: Callieach, Banshee, Hecate, Baba Yaga, Ereshkigal, Thoth. Phase ends at the Dark on 10/15 at 12:31am.

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The dark swath of Syrtis Major takes center stage in this edited Hubble Space Telescope image of the Red Planet. This region will be on display the night Mars reaches opposition: October 13.
Stuart Rankin (Flickr)

The big night is finally here: Mars is at opposition, opposite the Sun as seen from Earth, at 4 P.M. PDT, just one week after its closest approach to Earth. This is when it displays its greatest surface brightness in a telescope, because of the opposition effect: a dusty, rubbly surface reflects sunlight a little more efficiently back in the direction it came from. At opposition, Earth lies in that direction. We see also this effect with the rings of Saturn near opposition, and with the full Moon. Mars is blazing at magnitude –2.6 in the southeast, amid the stars of Pisces and about 10° high in the east an hour after sunset. It will climb higher as the hours tick by; the best time to observe the Red Planet is late this evening in the hours leading up to local midnight, when it is high above the horizon. It’s in a relatively dark part of the sky and in a faint constellation, so it will be easy to pick out, thanks to its brightness and its distinctive red color. Mars’ disk appears 22.4″ across tonight, just 0.2″ smaller than at its closest approach last week. At 11 P.M. EDT, the dark swath of Mare Cimmerium is visible, with Syrtis Minor rotating onto the disk. Follow the planet for a few more hours overnight, and you’ll see the bright Hellas basin appear. Also prominent will be the dark Syrtis Major region. Although astronomers once thought observed seasonal changes in this distinctive feature might be due to martian vegetation, today we know that its fluctuating appearance is actually due to sand blowing across the planet’s desolate surface.

Mercury is stationary at midnight EDT. It’s well below the horizon by then, but you can view it tomorrow at sunset.

Leo is a late-winter and springtime constellation if you’re an evening skywatcher. But in October, it’s up in the east before and during early dawn.

The Moon passes 4° north of Venus at 8 P.M. EDT, although both are still below the horizon. Venus (magnitude –4.0, in lower Leo) rises in the east in deep darkness more than 1½ hours before dawn begins. By the time dawn gets under way, Venus is well up in fine view as the bright “Morning Star.” Regulus, much fainter, is ever farther to its upper right.  In a telescope Venus continues to shrink; it’s now only 14 or 15 arcseconds in diameter. And it’s growing more gibbous, now about 75% sunlit, as it rounds toward passing behind the Sun next winter. At dawn on Wednesday the 14th, look for the thin Moon lower left of Venus, as shown above. Look early to catch 2nd-magnitude Denebola, the tail-tip of Leo, to the Moon’s left.

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

Runic half-month of Wunjo/Wyn – October 13-28 – Wyn represents joy, the rune being the shape of a weather vane. The month represents the creation of harmony within the given conditions of the present.

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

Mercury Retrograde at 6:05pm (11/3)
Mars (11/13), Neptune (11/28), Chiron (12/12) Uranus (1/14/21) Retrograde
Color – Red

Moon in Scorpio 

©2020 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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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.

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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
Tu  13       Low   4:21 AM     0.2   7:30 AM    Rise  3:14 AM      22
~   13     High  10:51 AM     6.9   6:34 PM     Set  5:31 PM
~    13       Low   4:46 PM     2.1
~    13     High  10:33 PM     7.3

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death…

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Journal Prompt – Expository – What techniques do toy companies use to sell their products to kids? Think of an as that shows one or more of these techniques. Write a summary of how the company appeals to kids.

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Quotes

~   Oh! too convincing – dangerously dear –  In woman’s eye the unanswerable tear! – Lord Byron
~   An inconvenience is an unrecognized opportunity. – Confucius
~   Everyone lives by selling something. – Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Scottish novelist, poet

~   Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks. – Lin Yutang (1895-1976) Chinese writer
~   Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted – Einstein
~   The journey of life is like a man riding a bicycle. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. We know that if he stops moving and does not get off he will fall off. – William Golding (1911-1993) English writer
~   The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them. – Dave Barry

Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
The trees are Indian Princes,
But soon they’ll turn to Ghosts. – William Allingham (1824–1889)

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Samhain Magick – Lore – Remembering to Love: A Tribute to My Grandfather… By Allanna Linville

I’m a Virgo with a Gemini moon and Sagittarius rising.  I like to talk.  I mean I REALLY like to talk!  This astrological configuration makes me a little more outgoing than most Virginians, I’m told (I don’t see it myself; but when I try to explain, at heart, I’m basically shy, I get met with gales of hysterical laughter).  I also have a restless, active brain that doesn’t lend itself easily to meditation (having ADD doesn’t help).  So I’m in awe of those who can turn off those intrusive outer influences and just let meditation happen.  Traditional meditation becomes a major chore for me, with the end result being, I don’t practice as I should…(Though writing is a cathartic process for me…I call it “my salvation”, because it’s rescued me from more than one depression.  Who knows?  Maybe this is how I meditate).

Now there’s a reason for this seemingly disjointed babbling.  You have to understand this fact to understand how powerful this experience was for me.

Samhain is a time for remembering and honoring our ancestors.  We acknowledge our shadow selves, review lessons learned and what remains to be learned, and like snakes, we shed old skins (life lessons learned) to make way for new growth.  It’s also at this time, I realize how blessed I am.

Ritually speaking, it’s also one of the busiest times of the year, and this was the fourth open Samhain circle I’d attended.  When the priestess instructed us to lie on the ground as she led the group in a guided meditation, I was skeptical.  “I can’t DO that!” I thought.  “My brain just won’t shut up long enough!”  Nonetheless, I obeyed, figuring if I couldn’t meditate, I’d at least show respect for those who could by lying quietly.

I don’t know what happened that made me more receptive than usual that night.  Goddess knows, in the ten years following this experience, I’ve never been able to replicate it, but as the priestess spoke, I found myself falling easily into her voice.  My heart slowed, my restless mind grew calm, and suddenly I stood on a sandy river bank, a clump of tall trees behind me.  I remember her saying the place each of us had gone to was different for us all.  We were supposed to wait…an ancestor would meet us there, and he/she had a gift that only “…you can know the significance of…”

It seemed I waited by that river forever, uncertain of what or whom I was waiting for, when the silence was broken by boisterous singing of an almost forgotten–but much loved–voice from my childhood:

Zippity doo-dah,
Zippity-ay!
My, oh, my,
What a wonderful day!
Plenty of sunshine
Headin’ my way!
Zippity doo-dah,
Zippity-ay!”  (from the 1946 Walt Disney film “Song of the South,” composed by Allie Wrubel)

This had been my grandfather’s favorite song, and even as his mind clouded and infirmity claimed him, he could still be heard singing this song, humming or making up his own words to fill in forgotten passages.  If we each have a song that defines us, the upbeat lyrics and cheery melody of this tune described him.  You couldn’t remain a mope for long in his presence.  In 1978, advanced age and failing health had silenced him. 

But now before me was the unmistakable slim, grey, crew-cut figure of my paternal grandfather, Sam Linville.  He grinned, took my hand and placed a small, hard, sharp, curved metal object wrapped in paper in my hand and closed my fingers over it.  With a single word, “Remember,” he vanished.  I unwrapped my gift: it was a fishhook.  I knew at once its significance and smiled.  My fondest memories of my grandfather are probably tied to a fishhook.

As a 4-year-old, I had idolized him. Every Saturday, my Granddad would grab his poles, tackle box, pack a lunch, and load me and the angling gear into his truck; and after a quick stop at the bait store for Night Crawlers, we’d drive to his favorite “fishin’ hole.”  I don’t recall being a particularly good fisherman, or if I ever caught any fish.  Come to think of it, I don’t even remember if I liked fishing.  But that wasn’t the point.  It was Saturday and this was our special time together.  And there was nobody else like my Grandpa Sam!

My favorite fishing memory–in fact, my favorite memory EVER–of my grandfather, is when I was 6 years old; we were on the banks of the Illinois River, and I was wearing a new pair of sandals I loved.  Like most kids that age I was careless, and I removed them at the river’s edge to go barefoot in the cool shallows and feel the sand between my toes….

It was such a happy moment.  We had moved away from my grandparents the previous year, and our Saturday morning fishing ritual had been interrupted.   But here we were again: me, enjoying the gritty wet sand squishing between my toes, as Grandpa busied himself baiting his hook with a combination of Night Crawlers and wet bread balls…(a kind of worm sandwich, which I guess is irresistible if you’re a fish).  It was a glorious Spring day, and I was fishing with my grandpa.  Could life get any sweeter?

But when we’re at our happiest, it seems, that life has to reminds us the importance of cherishing these moments; an unexpected curve in the form of a barge caused the tide to rise and swept my pretty white sandals into the river.  Hearing my distressed cries, Granddad rushed to my side.  Sobbing, all I could do was point to my sandals, rapidly floating away.

Reassuring me it would be alright he grabbed his rod & reel, waded into the river until he stood in hip-deep water, cast his line, and gingerly retrieved my sandals.  At that moment, sunlight returned to my world and grandpa was my hero.

“Remember.”

Perhaps that’s what love is: when life is it’s most troubling, and everyone seems to have abandoned you, when you feel your loneliest, least loved and lovable, someone wades into the water for you.  Perhaps love is the simple act of letting someone know they’ll never have to stand alone.  

As the Wheel turns, and the old year winds down, and the New year approaches, I reflect on how much love in my life I have to be thankful for.  I think of loved ones already passed to the Summerland, like Sam, my Dad, my consort, Ozzie, my beloved grandmothers…I think of how they filled my soul, shaped my heart, and changed my life, and I am thankful.

I think, of my fiancé, Michael, for whom the love I feel today is eclipsed with each sunrise, and my thankfulness is beyond my pitiful words to adequately express.  When I think of how blessed, happy and magic my life is because he’s in it, I praise the Mighty Ones for creating this strong, incredible man and leading me to him.  All my Heart Songs have a name now, and each one sings “Michael.”

I think of my beautiful mother, who taught me the meaning of courage, loyalty and integrity, that real love is limitless, and gives without asking, “What’s in it for me?”  For her tender grace and selfless dedication to her family, I am thankful for this amazing woman, and my great fortune to have had her hand guide me.  I have come to appreciate her most in recent years.  Perhaps this is what they call “wisdom.”

For my younger brother, whom I adore, and as kids, alternately mothered and bullied, as big sisters often do (rank has its privileges, right?), whose quirky humor has so often rocked me with laughter my sides ached, tears rained down my face, and I needed a change of underwear, and I am thankful.  Even as a boy, he was always willing to wade into the water for me and still does.

For friends that are and have yet to be, who weave their own unique, dazzling threads into the tapestry of my life and make it sing with color, I am thankful.  You are the friends with whom I’ve cried and laughed, conspired and fought, and sat up whole nights feasting on cheap wine coolers, port wine cheese and generic Ritz-like crackers watching countless sunrises.  You kept me grounded when I needed it, and flew beside me when dreams came true.  I thank you for teaching me a sense of humor is the glue that holds us together when everything around us is falling apart.  Your value is immeasurable.  Thank you for the memories we’ve made and the adventures that lie ahead. 

I raise the mead horn and invoke blessings upon all of you.  May our parting words always be ones of love.

The world is always moving, always changing.  Even when our journey ends, the world will keep on keepin’ on, and the best we can hope for is, the lives whom our lives touched were left better for the touching.  The Rede instructs “harm none”–a worthy goal, but ultimately unrealistic.  No one goes through life without doing harm sometime.  However, we can at least strive to tread lightly, so when our lives intertwine with others, we cause no more pain than a brush with a butterfly’s wings. 

One day, we all must pass through the Veil, like those before us.  No avoiding it: the inescapable outcome of Life is Death.  And yet, even Death is not final, for we are like flowers,  blooming again and again.  The journey is circular, with Life being triumphant in the end, and those we’ve loved once, we will likely choose to love again.  But life often moves so fast, we forget the people and love that blesses it; we plan as though our bodies, and not our souls, are eternal, always meaning to say or do some little thing to show our loved ones what they mean to us.  “I’ll do it tomorrow,” you promise, but somehow, tomorrow keeps becoming the next day and the next, until all the tomorrows run out.  And it would have only taken a moment to remember…The present moment only is the only one we can be sure of.  The promise of tomorrow may well be a broken one. 

“Remember.”  Remember now, while today is bright and her perfume still fills your lungs, while the taste is sweet upon your tongue.  Remember the moments of regret when you cared more than you wanted, and the moments you thought your heart would break from being unable to contain all the happiness in it.  Remember the dark times, so when the light returns, you’ll appreciate it all the more.  Remember to rejoice in the dance that is life…remember to love…

Stop and remember love is the bread of the heart and the water from a bottomless well; when we feed others and allow them to drink from us, our own hunger and thirst is satisfied. Without Love to sustain us, life seems smaller…We seem smaller, withering from within.

It’s ten years since my grandfather came to me with a fishhook that opened a gate to so many memories and feelings I thought were lost.  Even in death, he loved me.  Even in death, he was telling me he would always be there to wade into the water for me.

And if I loved him, I’d be willing to do the same for others. 

The most meaningful legacy we can give to someone is the love passed onto us by others. So for all who gave freely from your hearts to me, you’ve paid me your highest honor.  I’m thankful for your awesome gift. May I always remember to let you know I love you.  Love is my tribute to all of you…and my grandfather. 

Namasté.

by Allanna Linville, aka Maré  )O( 8/02/05
Submitted To GrannyMoon’s Morning Feast

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