Daily Stuff 6-17-21 St. Botolph

Hi, folks!

The shop opens at 1pm. Summer hours are Thurs-Mon. 1-6pm. Featured photo by Beth Kattleman.

It’s a marvelously clear night until you get near the ocean. There’s a misty layer there. The lights from Toledo and Newport silhouetted the trees on the east side of the Alsea. 51F, wind at 0-4mph, AQI 30, UV8. Chance of rain 8% today and 13% tonight. SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY from 2pm this afternoon to 5am on Saturday. Pollen high. We’re looking at a good capful of wind on Friday and Sunday through Tuesday the temps are going to be up around 70f! Fewer clouds at this end of the forecast, more at the other, and no rain in sight. The same three fires are going, unchanged, but there’s a new firespot in the middle of the Malheur National Forest.

Yesterday I was really sleepy by the time Tempus picked me up. We went home and just went splat, although I *did* see a heron on the way in Lint Slough. Yeah, I know, why am I obsessed with herons? They’re beautiful, is my only excuse. …and there are a couple of blips about herons in today’s Magick section.

It got way hot in the bedroom and that finally got me up and out to my chair, but I went to sleep there, again, and didn’t really wake until 4pm or so. Tempus and I didn’t get coffee until 5pm and it took another hour before we were really starting to work on things. We had Boston Brown Bread with cream cheese with our coffee. That was always a summer treat when I was a kid.

I got my curtain up in the bedroom and the rod into the bumpout window on Tempus’ side, then put up his, “Creative minds are rarely tidy” sign and my hummingbird suncatcher there. Tempus got the bed re-made and I got my planting and weeding done outside and even moved a few of the buckets. (Why is that one sentence when it was an hour?) We got the laundry collected up and I worked on sewing on buttons (still at that, 24 done, at least 26 to go….) in between getting stuff going for supper while Tempus got some more of the dishes done.

We did get naps after supper before coming back into town. The stars were amazing. Cygnus is much higher in the sky, now, noticeable after so many cloudy nights. All the way into town I watched the Dippers above the river. My box of boxes finally showed up. I don’t know that I’ll have time to finish the diorama that I’m making for Tempus, but I’m going to try. I’ll be working on that after I get this out.

Today we should be open on time. We have to clean the shop fridge today, in between working with customers. I’m hoping to work on the diorama in the evening, since it’s bulk route night and Tempus will be heading out early to do some shopping. I also need to keep going on the seashell research. We’ll see how much gets done.

The Bay on 6-15-19 by Beth Kattleman. Used with Permission


Today’s feast is the Ludi Piscatorii, the day of the fishermen, in honor of Father Tiber, the Tiber River in Italy. (although Wikipedia has it as 6/7…)  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ludi_Piscatorii It is also the day of St. Botolph, according to Nigel Pennick, who is an English saint, patron of travelers and fishermen.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Botolph Fishing has been a main source of food since the neolithic and the first permanent settlements, such as those at Lepensky Vir (7000BCE or so) were based on fishing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lepenski_Vir

common vervain (V. officinalis) from Deutschlands Flora in Abbildungen by Johann Georg Sturm and Jacob Sturm, 1796

Vervain, Verbena officinalis, Tears of Isis, Hera’s Tears, Holy Herb, Herb of Grace. Native to europe although other verbenas are from the Americas and Asia. Used in perfume and Bach Flower Remedies – Feminine, Venus, Water – The Cimeruta amulet is this plant. Ritual cleansing of sacred space, magical cleansing baths, purification incenses. Hang over the bed to prevent nightmares. Love, protection, Prosperity charms good luck and inspiration, Anger management, Sexual harassment management, Health and healing, Sleep, Enchantment, Wishes granted.

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Love & Light,


Today’s Astro & Calendar

Moon in Virgo

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 6/24 at 11:40am. Waxing Crescent phase – Keywords for the Crescent phase are: expansion, growth, struggle, opportunity. It is the time in a cycle that you gather the wisdom learned in the new phase and communicate your intention to move forward. Light a candle. Write or read an affirmation. LISTEN & ABSORB. Commit to your goal. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, energy and enthusiasm – Associated God/dess: Artemis & Apollo, Mayet/Djehuti, Freya/Frey. Phase ends at the Quarter on 6/17 at 8:54pm. Waxing Gibbous Moon – From seven to fourteen days after the new moon. For spells that need concentrated work over a ¼ moon cycle this is the best time for constructive workings. Aim to do the last working on the day of the Full moon, before the turn. Keywords for the Gibbous phase are: analyze, prepare, trust. It is the time in a cycle to process the results of the actions taken during the First Quarter. During this phase you are gathering information. Give up making judgments; it will only lead to worry. Your knowledge is incomplete. Laugh. Analyze and filter. LOOK WITHIN. God/dess aspect: Maiden/Youth, but in the uncommitted phase, the Warriors – Associated God/desses: Dion, Dionysius, Venus, Thor. Phase ends at the Full on 6/22 at 11:40pm

Near and far – Asteroid 3 Juno slides through the northeastern portion of globular cluster M10 on June 17. – Alison Klesman (via TheSkyX)

Asteroid 3 Juno lies in the northeastern outskirts of globular cluster M10 tonight. Located in Ophiuchus, you’ll find the pair high in the southeast after dark. Juno glows a dim magnitude 10, compared with M10’s total magnitude of 6.6. You’ll need binoculars or a telescope to enjoy the view. M10 spans roughly 20′; at its distance of 14,300 light-years, that translates to a diameter of 83 light-years across. In most amateur instruments, however, the cluster will appear to subtend only about 9′ — the region covered by its brightest stars. Juno, by comparison, sits just over 2 AU from Earth, or twice the average Earth-Sun distance. Its light takes a mere 20 minutes to reach us.

The Spring Triangle – The Spring Triangle is easily visible in the April sky and consists of the bright stars Arcturus in Boötes, Spica in Virgo, and Denebola in Leo. – Astronomy: Roen Kelly

First-quarter Moon (exact at 8:54 p.m. PDT). Shining upper right of the Moon you’ll find 2nd-magnitude Denebola, Leo’s tail-tip. They’re a fist or a little less apart.

Neptune, in Aquarius 21° east of Jupiter, lurks at 8th magnitude in the east-southeast just before dawn.

Runic half-month of Dagaz/ Dag, 6/14-6/28. – Beneficial rune of light, health, prosperity and openings, signifying the high point of the day and the high point of the year when in light and warmth all things are possible.

NIGHT SKY MAP FOR JUNE 2021: SEE THE STARS MOVE – https://www.almanac.com/night-sky-map-june-see-stars-move

Goddess Month of Rosea runs from 6/13 – 7/10
Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak,
Jun 10 – Jul 7
Mercury (6/22), Pluto (10/6), Saturn Retrograde (10/10)
Color – Purple
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Celtic Tree Month of Duir/Oak, Jun 10 – Jul 7 – The oak of myth and legend is the common oak (Quercus robur L.). It is sometimes called the great oak, which is a translation of its Latin name (robur is the root of the English word “robust”). It grows with ash and beech in the lowland forests, and can reach a height of 150 feet and age of 800 years. Along with ashes, oaks were heavily logged throughout recent millennia, so that the remaining giant oaks in many parts of Europe are but a remnant of forests past. Like most other central and northern European trees, common oaks are deciduous, losing their leaves before Samhain and growing new leaves in the spring so that the trees are fully clothed by Bealltaine. Common oaks are occasionally cultivated in North America, as are the similar native white oak, valley oak, and Oregon oak. Oaks are members of the Beech family (Fagaceae). Curtis Clark

Duir – Oak Ogam letter correspondences
Month: May
Color: Black and Dark Brown
Class: Chieftain
Letter: D
Meaning: Security; Strength

to study this month – Eadha – White Poplar or Aspen Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Silver White
Class: Shrub
Letter: E
Meaning: Problems; Doubts; Fears.


Tides for Alsea Bay

Day        High      Tide  Height   Sunrise    Moon  Time      % Moon
~            /Low      Time     Feet   Sunset                                    Visible
Th  17      Low  12:09 AM     2.9   5:31 AM     Set  1:30 AM      35
~    17     High   5:30 AM     6.0   9:03 PM    Rise 12:42 PM
~    17     Low  12:24 PM     0.1
~    17     High   7:15 PM     6.5


Affirmation/Thought for the Day – I donate a portion of my time to helping others. It is good for my own health.


Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – Don’t judge a book by its cover. — English proverb



~   Boldly do men talk from a distance. – Heitharvega Saga
~   The only true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing. – Socrates
~   It is foolish to fear what you cannot avoid. Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes. – Publius Syrus
~   Difference is the normal state of affairs in the world, not conformity. – Kerr Cuhulain

It is the month of June,
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes
And pleasant scents the noses. P Nathaniel Parker Willis, The Month of June.


Litha Magick – Lore

Under the Love Spell of Ocracoke Island  JUNE 15, 2017 BY HERON MICHELLEhttps://www.patheos.com/blogs/witchonfire/2017/06/love-spell-ocracoke-island/ (full article with photos)

Ocracoke island is the most magickal, spiritually vibrant nexus of beachy delight I’ve ever found…well, in my neck of the woods, anyway.  The island vibe is other-worldly, wrapped in shoreline on all sides, held in the balance of land, sea and sky. Magick happens every time I return, and this time it was especially powerful.

Loving the Liminal

My Belovèd is a musician. At the beginning of each June, just before he leaves me for his huge summer tour across the continent, we journey back to this island so he can perform in the OcraFolk Music Festival and we have a romantic getaway. We fall in love all over again – with each other, with ourselves, with the artists who live there, and with the way the sea cradles this tiny stripe of land in it’s liminal embrace. The gravity of this island makes it incredibly difficult to leave. I’m certain a piece of my soul dwells there year-round, calling me like a homing beacon to eventually make my home there.

The liminal is where magick happens; the “limit” or boundary, where both sides of the option mingle, held in mutual potential. The liminal is betwixt and between, neither here nor there; the river bank, the ocean’s shore, the hedge, the twilight and dawn, equinox and solstice…. Old magick calls us to these edges, and like a keyhole, we unlock the door into another realm where anything is possible. This is the witch’s sweet spot.

Crossing the Waters

All the best mythological odysseys about holy missions, take the hero on a quest across mysterious waters. Crossing the sea, the lake, the river to find a mystical realm, where time ticks to a different rhythm, where matter coalesces at such a vibration that those seekers cannot even see the destination until they are Spiritually prepared. Ocracoke Island is my Avalon.

The only way onto Ocracoke island is by boat, and it is so far from the North Carolina coast that when we drive our cars onto the ferry, the voyage across the sound is 2.5 hours long. With the sea breeze in our hair, and the pelicans flying escort along-side, the shifting vibration is palpable. My soul uncoils just enough that my breath takes on a new cadence, muscles soften. The veils thins out there on the waters, and together we slip into another realm.

I watch the shift happen among the other passengers, too. On the mainland we are all strangers speeding about our mundane lives, trying not to get entangled with the messiness of other people; heads down, no talking. Then we turn off the country road into the station at Swan Quarter, and pay our toll to the ferryman. I get this thrill of pride when he deems us worthy to cross and waves us through.

We line up and wait for our boat to arrive, and there is a sort of soul-recognition among us travelers now. THESE people in THESE cars are members of a special fellowship. We are young and old, in our straw hats and flip-flops, sun glasses and band t-shirts. But beware the alligators…they live here patrolling these banks. No good quest across the waters is complete without a few monsters.

Thirty minutes into the voyage, the blinders of separateness begin to fall away, and we become the kindred of those who cross. Inevitably, we decide it is time for chatty introductions, or a nap with the windows open, or a picnic lunch shared freely. Mobile phone service drops out and that nagging, frantic scream of the outside world quiets. We phase into a different dimension.

Our transformation completes as we privileged few pull into the docks, and drive into the Village of Ocracoke at Silver Lake Harbor. At this point I am usually bouncing in my seat like a little kid, so excited to park the car and switch to riding our bicycles for the duration.

Messages from Heron

There is private beach on the west side of Ocracoke village that looks out over the Pamlico Sound. We are so far out into the sea, that sun sets into the water, which is a rare treat on the east coast. It’s a secret access to the water and is easy to get to on bike from Silver Lake road, but it is unmarked. You just have to know… and everyone on the island, even the tourists, seem to just know.

My belovèd and I make a nightly visit to watch the sunset.. The first night we were there, it was Friday – the day of Venus when she was conjunct Uranus, in a waxing moon phase – and a most auspicious time for Love Magick. At a pivotal moment, I spotted this heron flying over-head. Heron is my guiding animal spirit and she teaches me much about discernment, and speaking my truth. She is as graceful as she is ferocious, and she knows what she wants. As the magick of that liminal moment over-took my senses, she delivered a message that I received in silent reverie.

I was reminded of this stanza of a poem called “Entanglement” I wrote long ago after a promise of engagement was broken, along with my heart….yet again. Since then, heron guided me along a liminal journey to where I now stand strong and renewed of hope.

“Tiptoeing the banks,
heron feet in the murk,
head down to probe the mud,
discerning waste from sustenance.
What say you now, wings?
To rise or fall with these tides?
Ripples in these waters still throb,
and sights scryed in the black,
say, “Take flight, take heart,
and beat the songs of these reckonings
to where the sun meets horizon
and is resolved in the dissolving
across a lonely sea, chasing
that elusive fish
who gets away.”

The first time I visited this beach, a kindly tourist told me her tale of being proposed to in this spot, and then later returning to be married here. Proposals and vow-making ceremonies are also forms of liminal magick; I hear that happens here a lot. That is how potent this patch of beach has become…the power soaks the very sand. The lapping waters and cries of birds sing that heart song, for those who can hear their refrain.

Wishing Magick Spell on Three Edges

Old folk magick tells tales of witches who straddle the liminal places where three realms meet. On a sudden impulse, as a Witch I rise in determination, seeking out a sea shell. I stand on the water’s edge. Like the heron bird herself, one foot on the shore, one foot in the waters, head and wings in the wind.  My Will burns with the fires of the setting sun, and as he slips toward that watery horizon, I whispered my wishes into that shell, seeing my heart’s desire fulfilled.

Tears flow; the wind carries my voice in secret pact; sand in my toes and waters lapping my ankle; when the orange sun slips completely beneath the surface, and the opposites of fire and water dissolve in momentary union, I throw that shell as hard as I can into the horizon, and both my fears and my desires are embraced by the waves.


Our last morning on the island, we awake and just off the back porch over-looking the waters of the canal, these two white herons hunt for their breakfast. I sit in the porch swing with my coffee and camera and we observe each other carefully for a long while. Choosing to accept my company, she wades the shallow water, head held high and observant, until she spies her prey. Then crouching low to the surface, leaning in, long neck coiled back as a vicious spring to launch her jabbing beak into the water, snatching with precision her sustenance. She throws back her head, and swallows in a flash without hesitancy, without compromise.

Again, we make long eye contact, then she turns to stroll a few steps, always watchful, the picture of grace, knowing her power and what she wants. She never misses. Nor did I miss her lesson for me that lovely June morning.


When the time of our departure comes, I am once again filled with dreams and sadness to bid my Belovèd and this island adieu for another season. Each memorable visit here, like beads on a silken strand of time, are drawn close to touch, as though no interim passes between them. Then onto the ferry we drive once more, doors open, new friends gathered together in a more melancholy picnic now, camaraderie in the shared regret of our return. We doze in dreamy, snuggled napping. Then the mainland appears, WiFi returns, and that irritating call to rush and bother of mundanity floods back in.

Though my body returned from Ocracoke, my spirit is resistant to mainland acclimation. My Belovèd traveling bard is gone again on summer tour. Ten days since landfall and he’s already in Colorado again which feels so very far away. Both heron and the ocean know my heart goes with him, wherever he wanders.

Ocracoke magick, draw us home to your shores once more.

In gratitude,


Silliness – Silly Q&A – Q – Why do fish swim in schools? A – Because it’s too hard for them to sit at a desk!

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