Daily Stuff 5-29-21 Ambarvalia

Hi, folks!

Minus Tide at 9:47 AM of -2.0 feet. The shop opens at 1pm. Spring hours are Thurs-Mon. 1-6pm. Featured photo by Ken Gagne.

It’s beautifully clear. As we left the house tonight Cygnus was climbing high and the Moon, while still behind the trees, was turning the sky from black to deep blue. The light shimmered on the river as we drove into town, and the mist made everything glow. 43F, winds are calm, AQI 28-31, UV7. Chance of rain 12% today and 8% tonight. Pollen high The days from now through Wednesday will be more or less sunny, but the temps are going to climb into the mid-60’s! Temps in the Valley over the weekend are going to get pretty warm and that always pulls the marine layer up and over the coast. We’re liable to see a lot of sweaty people over this holiday! There’s a small chance of showers each night from Thursday on, with Friday and Monday (day) looking to be dry. … at this point. These forecasts have been changing every single day!

The papers ran so late that Tempus didn’t get in until nearly 10am, plus he had stopped for the soup vegetables, and then everything else ran so late we didn’t get to those at all. He took the pillows to the laundromat and napped while they were drying. Thankfully, they didn’t sour. …and yes, the sign planter rose is starting to bloom!

We managed to get open at 1pm. Tempus napped behind his computer while I worked on my class stuff and a few headers. I had a counseling session start up around 3pm, online, and it was a toughie. When the folks nabbed me I messaged Paul and then he didn’t reply until evening because *he* had stuff go sideways on him.

After I was done with the counseling, I went in back for a nap. Once I was awake Tempus started putting things in the car. We finally got the drawer rolly that has all the little clothing bits home and put in the bedroom. We got all the vegetables for the soup and a crockpot and the stuff for the burgers that we had planned for supper, but it was 8:30 before we finally were home and starting on supper, so the soup didn’t happen. …and then we both slept like rocks from then until 1.

I actually thought the clock had read midnight, so we were even a little later than usual heading for the shop, but then the papers ran late again, so Tempus headed out at 2:45. I’ve been writing. I have a bit more to do on my class for today, and then I have to develop some photos before I can get a nap again. At least when Tempus gets in this morning he can just crash out on the nap bed.

Today is going to be a bit odd. I have to put my face into the computer from 1 until about 2:30 for my marzipan class. The shop will be open. Tempus will run things until I’m done. I just hope I manage to get some solid sleep tonight instead of jittering the way I sometimes do before a class.

http://www.reshareworthy.com/white-ravens/ Photographer Uncovers The White Ravens Of Legend In West Coast Forest

A Ken Gagne photo of the lovely weather on 5/27/15. Used with permission


Today’s Plant is Cascade penstemon, or coast penstemon, Penstemon serrulatus. A member of the plantain family, this was used by the 1st nations peoples as a medicinal remedy for toothache. It’s common name, “Beardtongue” is because the flower appears to be sticking out it’s hairy tongue! It has a lovely flower, and is a semi-deciduous shrub, which usually is very short, unlike many shrubs. The tender shoots that the flowers grow on often get frost-nipped so only survive for a year or so, with the rest of the plant surviving below the level of surrounding plants, acting as a perennial ground-cover. – Feminine, Venus, Earth – Use for headaches, particularly headaches coming from tooth pain or infection by binding the herb with red wool and/or putting it into a red cloth pouch and bind to the head, or even put into your pillowcase at bedtime. You can put a leaf in your shoes to help with the effects of standing on them too long. Roots protect from snakebite and a bunch of the flowers will chase negativity away, particularly that coming from outside. Iow, it won’t do much for a bad mood…. More on Penstemon here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penstemon

plant poppy wheat

Today’s feast is the Ambarvalia. Here’s what Wikipedia says, “Ambarvalia was a Roman agricultural fertility rite held at the end of May in honor of Ceres. At these festivals they sacrificed a bull, a sow, and a sheep, which, before the sacrifice, were led in procession thrice around the fields; whence the feast is supposed to have taken its name, ambio, I go round, and arvum, field. This sacrifice was called a suovetaurilia in Latin. These feasts were of two kinds, public and private. The private were solemnized by the masters of families, accompanied by their children and servants, in the villages and farms out of Rome. The public were celebrated in the boundaries of the city, and in which twelve fratres arvales walked at the head of a procession of the citizens, who had lands and vineyards at Rome. During the procession, prayers would be made to the goddess. The ambervale carmen was a prayer preferred on this occasion. The name “Ambarvalia” appears to be predominantly an urban designation. Roman farmers’ almanacs (menologia rustica) describe this only as segetes lustrantur (“crops are purified”). Scaliger, in his notes on Festus, maintains the ambarvalia to be the same as amburbium. Numerous other communities of the Italian peninsula enacted similar rites with different names.”

The shop opens at 1pm. Spring hours are Thurs-Mon. 1-6pm. For appointments contact us at 541-563-7154, anjasnihova@yahoo.com, on Facebook or here on the blog, or just leave a note on the door!

Love & Light,


Today’s Astro & Calendar

Moon in Capricorn

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 5/10 at 3:53am. 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 6/2 at 12:24am.

Twilight trio – Mercury and Venus spend May together in Taurus the Bull. They sit closest together on the 28th, while Mars stands above them in Gemini. – Astronomy: Roen Kelly

After their conjunction last night, Mercury passes 0.4° south of Venus at 2 A.M. EDT. By sunset this evening, Mercury has moved to sit 1.2° southwest of Venus. The pair is visible for a little more than an hour after sunset, depending on your location and elevation. Again, binoculars or a telescope are your best bet for a good view. Mercury is stationary at 10 P.M. EDT; after tonight, it will begin moving southwest against the background stars.

Once darkness has fallen, look high in the north to see two famous asterisms sharing the sky: the Big and Little Dippers. Both appear on their side, with the Little Dipper standing on the end of its handle (which is marked by the North Star, Polaris) and the Big Dipper balanced on the edge of its cup (marked by Merak and Dubhe). Because of their orientations as they swing around the North Celestial Pole, the two Dippers are sometimes envisioned with water pouring from one into the other.

Constellation of Lyra

Bright Capella sets low in the northwest fairly soon after dark now, depending on your latitude. That leaves Vega and Arcturus as the brightest stars in the evening sky. Vega shines in the east-northeast. Arcturus is very high toward the south.

The Northern Crown – Corona Borealis is a horseshoe-shaped constellation made up of seven stars. – Astronomy: Roen Kelly

A third of the way from Arcturus down to Vega, look for the dim semicircle of Corona Borealis, with 2nd-magnitude Alphecca as its one moderately bright star.

Two thirds of the way from Arcturus to Vega is the dim Keystone of Hercules, now lying almost level. Use binoculars or a telescope to examine the Keystone’s top edge. A third of the way from its left end to the right is 6th-magnitude M13, one of Hercules’s two great globular star clusters. In binoculars it’s a tiny glowing cottonball. A 4- or 6-inch scope begins to resolve some of its speckliness. Located 22,000 light-years away far above the plane of the Milky Way, it consists of several hundred thousand stars in a swarm about 140 light-years wide.

Jupiter and Saturn (in dim Aquarius and Capricornus, respectively) shine in the southeast before the first light of dawn. Jupiter dominates at magnitude –2.4. Saturn, 18° to Jupiter’s right, is a more modest +0.6.

Runic Half-month of Othala/ Odal/Odel 5/29-6/13- The rune Odel signifies ancestral property, the homestead, and all those things that are “one’s own”..

NIGHT SKY FOR May 2021 – 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
Mercury Retrograde 6:34pm (6/22)
Pluto (10/6) Saturn Retrograde (10/10)
Color – Blue
Planting 5/28&9
©2021 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright


The very old hawthorn at St. Mars, England.

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.


Tides for Alsea Bay

Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time     Feet   Sunset                                    Visible
Sa  29     High   2:36 AM     8.7   5:36 AM     Set  8:37 AM      92
~    29      Low   9:47 AM    -2.0   8:52 PM
~    29     High   4:30 PM     6.7
~    29      Low   9:45 PM     2.9


Affirmation/Thought for the Day – People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.


Journal Prompt – Friends – How do you feel when you have had a fight with your best friend?



~   Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains three descriptions: Could have, might have, and should have. – Louis E. Boone
~   The world has achieved brilliance without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. – Omar Bradley, U.S. Army Gen.
~   Learning to live in the present moment is part of the path of joy. – Sarah Ban Breathnach
~   He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak.  Strong convictions precede great actions. – J. F. Clarke

To Lucasta, Going to the Wars BY RICHARD LOVELACE

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
         That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
         To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
         The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
         A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
         As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
         Lov’d I not Honour more.


Litha Magick – Lore – Past Midnight – Author: Merideth Allyn, Posted: August 12th. 2016

I am Witch. It is one a.m. yet again, with two, then three to follow. The Witching Hours. However, unless casting or divining by the moon’s hours or its course, no matter how I struggle or resist, my legs take charge, grounded in earth’s gravity, and take me to bed. They know, at least, that should I refuse, which I have done as I am of defiance born, or if I linger longer, fatigue awaits me in the later morn.

The post twilight now-dark hours past midnight are most magically magnetic and most mysteriously mine. Like the svelte nocturnal beasts I prowl. I own the dark: above, below and around me. The black night is as pregnant with possibilities as the faeryflies are abundant this midsummer night. A whimsical wind I hear outside the confines of my cottage, and I look out my huge bay window opened to the balmy air, and my heart trips at this full night of moon. The wind makes musical the enchanting wind chimes scattered for prism effects and crystalline tinkling in the lower branches of the huge oaks for strength and in the walnuts for wisdom, the elders for magic and the hawthorns for the fae. I love my trees, wildflowers and my medicinal and magical herbal gardens copious with lavender, sage, bee balm, primrose, lilac, jasmine, chamomile and so many more. I am a healer, primarily of the emotions and spirit, and I take pride in what I grow to be of service to any who seek me.

This wind seems to take its orders from the clouds scurrying across the moon followed by birds all seemingly going to some sacred ritual. A most enigmatic night it is and my soul stirs in my loins. The moon’s radiance brings deep shadows and contrasting light placing in bas relief every leaf on every tree and every petal on every flower, yet keeping the background almost too murky making me wonder who or what lurks. Regardless I am inside and feeling stifled, I wrap my shawl more tightly around my shoulders as I can sense more than most. 

The night sounds that deafen suddenly can go silent, though, when the whip-whip-whippoorwill trills in a minor key the liberation of a soul from Middle Earth, and takes its piping melody, with bound soul, to the Otherworld. But it saddens me not. It is release…freedom from this heavy overcoat to a lighter, more energized, viable and less visible form. With a lighter coat, there is less scrutiny from eyes that wish harm and souls that lack understanding. Fear is a terrible thing. I have little fear as I have faced my imminent death to Middle Earth, regardless my late middle years for age matters not to the majestic reaper. And, besides, I seek adventure of the mercurial kind.

This evening’s past ‘tween time feels much like my adolescent first love…reckless with passion. The sun sinks into the coral, lilac and golden ocean. My veins feel the thrill of blood rushing and a lightning like quickening. My stomach is roller coasting in uncontrollable ecstasy. Almost giddy and childlike now I merge, in my mind’s eye, with all the beauty, wonder and awe of a Universe so replete with surprises. 

The night, this night, calls me. It calls to me like no other has ever called. My middle-aged loins are buzzing where comfort and coziness and sitting contently by a blazing fire were all I usually desired. I have felt no 20-year-old passion in many a year; no galloping knights on steeds sweeping me off the mundane ground and off my peasant’s feet to gallop with them to their sparkling castles in the Otherworld. And, oh, that sweet smell of honeysuckle and wild rose competing for attention in my gardens; it does more than waft through the windows. It compels me. How can I refuse such an alluring call?

But a good Witch, also, must make her daily tasks magical by completing them. There is still sweeping and mopping and watering the drooping plants in my sacred space no matter the lateness of the hour before fulfilling fantasies in this night so intensely wild. I look out the bay window again. I look up at the silver mother of pearl hanging orb surrounded by twinkling smaller ones, a sequined sky. My sky, my night. I see the huge trees bending and swaying, undulating their siren call to me. I can resist no longer.

I burst through the stained glass and oaken door which has afforded me such sunny pleasure when the yellow orb of day penetrates the glass and paints the walls, floors and ceiling with dancing, colorful, prismatic figures. I rush heedless into the untamed freedom of this cacophonous night, smelling the sweetest of fragrant scents…so sweet almost unimaginable and certainly not of this world or of my garden. I hear music alchemically mixing with the music of my wind chimes and could swear to the sounds of children laughing and singing a beckoning song. I follow their laughter. I follow their song but cannot reach them try as I might. I could only, and finally, sink to the soft, receptive earth watching and waiting expectantly for the night to bring me what it promises. 

Five a.m. What happened to the time? I look as the dawn turns to pale shades of citrine, lavender and rose quartz, and I cannot recall. And, oh dear Lord and Lady of the Wildwood, my gardens…so overgrown. I remembered then the legend of Rip Van Winkle and knew, without one doubt, that I had been pixie-led. 

My gardens have grown up to the cottage and farther up the old stonewalls tend riling around the chimney. The glass is cracked and the panes shattered in my beautiful bay window where my cats and I had so peacefully curled and enjoyed thunderstorms, sunsets, and warm slumber during all seasons. My hands are gnarled and littered with age spots. And, my clothes are tight and cumbersome where they once fit correctly on my used-to-be middle-aged body. Wildness and chaos reign but from a different kind on this day.

The now old woman lived broodingly a year and a day to the exact moment when she was pixie-led, which seemed to her lifetimes ago. She had foraged among her kitchen and wildflower gardens to keep her alive, but, sadly, she never could remember the happiest days of her life; her days with the faeries in the cherished green forest, feasting and dancing by the amber fires with glowing lanterns swinging from the trees expressing an ambience unearthly; a day she had always dreamed of for she had never given up believing in faeries regardless the parents’ and the preachers’ and teachers’ insistence that there were “no such things.”

Grieving, she lived those three hundred and sixty-six days going outside to leave, each night, a gift for those who had taken her and a plea they would come for her again promising she would never reveal the way to the Otherworld, to the place of The Gentry or People of Peace. If she could only remember, she would take any path, no matter how difficult, no matter how terrifying, to get to Elphame, one of the Faery Lands, once again. She looked to the heavens, saw the moon and the stars and sighed. No more was there midnight mystery although there was mystery in the not knowing…the lack of remembrance. A tear fell and riveted along her wrinkled cheeks and dropped to the ground.

Midnight on day three hundred and sixty-six found her feeling dizzy. Her heart fluttered and once again she fell to the receptive earth filled this time with varied colored and fragrant lilies. There was music again as well, but this time her ears were dead to the sounds as was she to all of life on Middle Earth. Though, before her ears could hear no more, she did hear the minor keyed melody of the whippoorwill.

The Good People of the Otherworld were trooping toward her in high fashion. For the fae never forget one of its own regardless kith or blood kin. Trumpets trumpeted, flutes pan-piped and The Gentry whisked her away as if she were no heavier than they. Moonlit bright ribbons billowed in a once again whimsical wind she seemed to hear and feel from a distance. A moment or two later, no matter it was not past midnight on Middle Earth, she woke to the remembrance of remembering, to the sheep’s tail of a lingering dream…she woke to bliss. She looked herself over and saw a maiden’s light ephemeral form…she always knew she would feel lighter in the Otherworld, and she understood that this time she was here to stay. She would laugh, love and live with her beloved faeries and dance in the magical sunlight and moonlight in enchantment for forever and a day.

Copyright: All Rights
Merideth Allyn
Location: Jackson, Tennessee
Author’s Profile: To learn more about Merideth Allyn – Click HERE 


Silliness – Chaos Witch

This entry was posted in Daily Stuff, Newsletter, Pagan, Update and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.