Minus Tide at 5:53 AM of -1.2 feet. The shop opens at 1pm. Summer hours are Thurs-Mon. 1-6pm. Featured photo by Grand Central Pizza.
Cloudy, 60F, wind at 1-3mph and gusting, AQI 36-91, UV7. Chance of rain 24% today and 24% tonight. SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY through 5pm today. It’s the same forecast, no measureable chance of rain, partly cloudy, highs low-mid 60’s. Definitely under the smoke plume. The light looked odd all day. 8 firespots, most are near fires. Snake River and Elbow Creek fires are at 100% and 96% containment, finally. They’re checking in on the smaller ones more frequently, too, which means that things are calming down a bit…..
- Snake River Complex Fire – 100% – 109444 acres
- Elbow Creek Fire – 96% – 22960 acres
- Black Butte Fire – 49% – 22165 acres
- Patton Meadow Fire – 33% – 6595 acres
- Fox Complex Fire – 39% – 7419 acres
- Bootleg Fire – 100% – 413717 acres
- Little Applegate Fire – 150 acres
- Wild Cat Fire – 300 acres
- Ike Butte Fire – 23% – 118 acres
- Poole Cr. Fire – 23% – 3641 acres
- Devils Knob Complex Fire – 15% – 17088.5 acres
- Big Hamlin Fire – 10615 acres
- 495 Fire – 1236 acres
- Mule Creek Fire – 400 acres
- Smith Fire – 250 acres
- Near Minky Fire – 1723 acres
- Jack Fire – 51% – 23731 acres
- Little Bend Creek Fire – 226.9 acres
- Inc 369 Fire – 152 acres
- Rough Patch Complex Fire – 3% – 17443 acres
- Chaos Fire – 420 acres
- Kwis Fire – 25% – 1440 acres
- Middle Fork Complex Fire – 7% – 13697.15 acres
- Gales Fire – 6448 acres
- Ninemile Fire – 143 acres
- Knoll Fire – 80% – 544 acres
- Bruler Fire – 80% – 195 acres
- Janus Fire – 5620 acres
- Bull Complex Fire – 5716.2 acres
We didn’t get home yesterday morning because of car stuff. Tempus got in around 10:30 or so and I got up at about noon and got to work on plants for a good while. There’s more to do, but I got everything watered and most of them in place. I finally got as far as starting the wax for the candles and then after that I did mail and such. I had stuff to check in as well, some new tarot stuff and few odds and ends. I was pretty busy with customers for a lot of the day as well as working out class stuff with a few people online. I got very sleepy in the late afternoon and Tempus was just as happy to come out front to fill up my watering equipment and then help customers while I got a nap.
I was back up around 5:30 or so and started to do more on herb headers, but didn’t get all that far before I had to get some of the stuff ready for herbs. I cut and waxed wicks for awhile and then asked Tempus to hack up some more of the wax chunks, so I could make sure that the jars are full, so’s to make better candles.
There were just two of us again, so we opted to talk plants and how things are going and look at the starts and such and how that’s organized. I’m going to be caretaker for a struggling cardoon and I have some lemon balm to get potted up and growing.
Tempus got himself some supper while we were talking and made me some for after while he was closing up. He took off for Newport right after that while I ate and then I got another nap. I think he has the wood together for the porch at home, so he can work on that today. I hope.
Today is more of the same… work on plants when I’m up to it, work on checking in some books that we’ve scrabbled together from various hidey-holes, work on herb headers and the write-up for the little dolls I talked about yesterday. I’m hoping that Tempus will be able to get the support up on the porch, either during the day, or that we go home for the evening and he does it then. I want to save my beans!
Today is the anniversary of the discovery of the parasite that causes malaria in 1898. Sir Ronald Rose was knighted and received a Nobel prize for his work. The page is a facsimile of the notebook sheet on which he recorded seeing “pigmented bodies” in the guts of the mosquitoes that he later figured out were the malaria parasites. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Ross See also: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malarial_parasite
Today’s plant, Luffa (or loofah, luffa aegyptica or luffa acutangula) is an odd sort of plant, rather like a cucumber in that it’s a long, green vegetable with the flesh on the outside and a core full of seeds. They’re even edible, if a little bitter, when young. The biggest difference is that they grow a fibrous frame that has been used for a long time as a “vegetable sponge”, wherever they grow and are particularly good for scrubbing scratchable dishes, counters and glassware. They’re used a lot in Chinese medicine, and the juice is a remedy for jaundice. – Feminine, Moon, Water – Their magicks include helping with rheumatism and arthritis, detoxing, especially the liver, and with acne and scarring. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luffa
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Love & Light,
Today’s Astro & Calendar
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 8/22 at 5:02am. 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 8/20 at 5:02pmPDT. Full Moon – The day of, the day before, and day after the true Full Moon. “And better it be when the moon is full!”! Prime time for rituals for prophecy, for spells to come to fruition, infusing health and wholeness, etc. A good time for invoking deity. FRUITION Manifesting goals, nurturing, passion, healing, strength, power. Workings on this day are for protection, divination. “extra power”, job hunting, healing serious conditions Also, love, knowledge, legal undertakings, money and dreams. God/dess Aspect: Mother/Abundance/Kingship – – Associated God/desses: Danu, Cerridwen, Gaia, Aphrodite, Isis, Jupiter, Amon-Ra. Phase ends on 8/23 at 5:02pm PDT.
The bright Moon shines under Saturn this evening, and Jupiter shines to their left, as shown above. The Moon passes 4° south of Saturn at 6 P.M. EDT. By sunset a few hours later, the pair is 4.5° apart and rising in the southeast in Capricornus. Jupiter still sits nearby.
The two brightest stars of summer are Vega, now overhead shortly after nightfall, and Arcturus, shining in the west. Draw a line down from Vega to Arcturus. A third of the way down, the line crosses the dim Keystone of Hercules. Two thirds of the way down the line crosses the dim semicircle of Corona Borealis with its one modestly bright star, Alphecca or Gemma.
Vega and the Keystone’s star closest to it form an equilateral triangle with Eltanin to their north: the nose of Draco the Dragon. Eltanin is the brightest star of Draco’s quadrilateral head. He’s eyeing Vega.
Saturn glows at magnitude 0.2 and is just two and a half weeks past its own opposition. That means it’s still ripe for viewing all night long. Zoom in on this target with a telescope to really get the most from its stunning ring system, which stretches roughly 42″ across on either side of the planet’s 19″-wide disk. Saturn is surrounded by a plethora of moons, including 10th-magnitude Tethys and Dione on the planet’s eastern side and Rhea to the northwest. The planet’s brightest moon, Titan, sits much farther away: 2′ east of Saturn. In the glare of Earth’s bright Moon nearby, magnitude 8 Titan may be the only one of the ringed planet’s satellites that’s easy to pick out.
Jupiter and Saturn shine in the southeast in late twilight and after dark. They’re magnitudes –2.9 and +0.2, respectively, in or very near Capricornus. Jupiter starts the night lowest. Saturn glows 19° (about two fists) to Jupiter’s upper right. The pair levels out around 11 or midnight daylight-saving time. By then they’re about at their highest in the south, at their telescopic best. Saturn reached opposition on August 1st. Jupiter does so on August 19th. So this month they’re at their closest, biggest, and brightest of the year. See “Saturnian Challenges” starting on page 52 of the July Sky & Telescope, also “Action at Jupiter” in the August issue, page 50, and “Dog Days with the Gas Giants” on page 40 of August.
Runic half-month of Ansuz/ As /Os/, 8-13-8/29 – This time is sacred to the god/desses of Asgard and contains the time of the Ordeal of Odin and the festival of the Runes. This time is also referring to Yggdrasil, the Tree that give order to the Worlds. This is a time of stability and divine order visible in the world.
NIGHT SKY MAP FOR AUGUST 2021: THE MILKY WAY – https://www.almanac.com/night-sky-map-august-perseid-meteors-milky-way
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
Goddess Month of Hesperus runs from 8/9 – 9/5
Celtic Tree Month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1, Coll (CULL),
Pluto (10/6), Saturn (10/10), Jupiter (10/18), Neptune (12/1) Chiron (12/19) Retrograde
Color – Pink
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Tree Month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1, Coll (CULL), hazel – The hazel (Corylus avellana L) is the source of hazelnuts. It forms a shrub up to 6 m (20 feet) tall, inhabiting open woodlands and scrubs, hedgerows, and the edges of forests. The filbert nut in North American groceries is Corylus maxima, a related species. The European hazelnut is cultivated in North America, primarily as an ornamental. Hazelnuts are in the Birch family (Betulaceae).
Coll – Hazel Ogam letter correspondences
Letter: C, K
Meaning: Creative energies for work or projects.
Tides for Alsea Bay
Day High Tide Height Sunrise Moon Time % Moon
~ /Low Time Feet Sunset Visible
F 20 Low 5:53 AM -1.2 6:26 AM Set 3:54 AM 90
~ 20 High 12:29 PM 6.4 8:13 PM Rise 7:49 PM
~ 20 Low 5:46 PM 2.5
~ 20 High 11:37 PM 8.3
Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Love with your heart, mind, body and soul but speak it with a kiss, kindness and laughter.
Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp’s nest. — Malabar proverb
~ The Warrior must learn to wait patiently. – Kerr Cuhulain
~ You had an important place in Australian society on the ABC and you gave it up to be a pop star … with a big cheque … and now you’re on to this sort of stuff. That shows what a 24 carat pissant you are, Richard, that’s for sure. – Paul Keating to TV journalist Richard Carleton
~ A good friend understands you even when your thoughts aren’t fitting into words. – Unknown
~ Better ride a good horse for a year, than an ass all your life. – Unknown
Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields:
Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high:
Big of heart we laboured at storing mighty yields,
Wool and corn, and clusters to make men cry! – George Meredith (1828–1909)
Magick – Full Moon, August, Matagorda Beach
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea. –e.e. cummings
The surf crashed against the shore, tumbling haphazardly over itself in its haste to steal a kiss from the sand. Overhead, the Full Moon’s radiance smudged the stars from the sky. The air had that salt-fish-sweatsocks smell that I remembered from childhood outings to this same beach, the Saturdays when my family would have an unofficial contest to see who could turn the most fetching shade of beet red.
A half-dozen women in various stages of undress formed a ragged circle in the water, drenched to the hips, hands joined. They swayed back and forth between the dual rhythms of drum and surf. Some were topless, the moonlight softening the outline of breast and hip. One woman wore a lovely crinkled cotton shift, having apparently forgotten that it would be see-through when wet, showing off her metallic magenta underwear.
“Ancient Mother, I hear you calling
Ancient Mother, I hear your song…”
Somehow a chorus of untrained, unremarkable voices blended into an ethereal harmony. Several yards inland the drummer, a woman decked in about four pounds of pendants and a beatific smile, was lost in the pattern her hands wove on the instrument.
The chant soared higher into the sky, gaining momentum, rising above waves and sand and Moon into the heart of Creation. At that precise moment, poised between worlds and in a time that was not time, I had the strangest urge to yell, “SHARK!”
Nothing like a little sarcasm to kill a mystical mood.
Thankfully I kept my mouth shut, but the damage was done. Suddenly the ritual-induced euphoria vanished, leaving me shivering and soaked to the skin, wondering what on Earth I was doing in a sarong on a beach in the middle of the night dancing with a bunch of half-naked crazy Witches. My Mom would have a stroke.
Fortunately the rest of the ritual went off without a hitch. The chant peaked, and the women sent the energy they’d raised into the ocean, giving it a little extra strength and protection from the vagaries of humankind. I dragged my focus back into the Circle. Lissa, acting priestess for the rite, bid farewell to the Great Mother and the Elements, and we sloshed back up the shore to dry out around the bonfire and tuck into a cooler full of sandwiches and Kool-Aid (Kaitlyn, who packed the post-ritual munchies, is the mother of six-year-old twins, so the crusts were cut off and there were lots of napkins).
Lissa passed the thermos with a “May you never thirst,” and I settled into the hollow my rear had worn into the sand. There was the usual chatter of an extended family: dates and mortgages, spells cast and recipes found, an ongoing debate between Wiccan purists and fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer over whether or not Willow was a bad influence on teenage Witchlets.
Sitting on the edge of the circle, I felt a little let down-by myself, mostly, but just a little by the sea. Surely I could have kept my cynicism out of the way; after nearly a decade at this I ought to be better at caging my Monkey Mind. The night was perfect, the ritual perfect, and everyone around me was practically glowing. I felt like the only person in the room who doesn’t know the answer to Final Jeopardy!. To top it all off I had one of those “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to ground?” headaches.
I was especially disappointed because I’ve always had such a strong connection to the sea. When I was a child, before I’d ever set foot on a beach, I had long restful dreams of waves breaking over rocks, of the call of seagulls. Some of my most profound spiritual experiences have come to me while I floated on my back watching the night sky. I collected water from every beach I ever went to, adding them to a special jar on my altar. There were seashells all over my apartment. People used to tell me my eyes were the color of the Gulf of Mexico–they stopped, of course, as the Gulf changed from grey-blue to dirty brown thanks to the wonders of American industry.
I spent the night after my high school graduation on a beach, a little ways away from my friends, sitting in a Circle drawn in the wet sand with a finger. The whole universe had poured down into my body, sending my chakras into orbit. That night had been much like this one, so what did I do wrong this time?
Conversation ebbed and flowed around the group, and I let my attention drift back toward the water. I let the endless stream of memories move past my mind’s eye, thinking of all the times I’d come home and washed sand out of my drawers, and of the time I got stung by a jellyfish, and the dozen times since high school I’d ditched work to drive down to the beach, jump out of my car, and run screaming toward the water like a blue-painted Braveheart extra. I also remembered watching a storm roll in, tongues of twisted lightning flicking against the horizon, black clouds like the hand of a god stretching out to pluck the Moon from the sky.
I leaned back a bit, the sand cupping me, reminding me of being young and holding a baby turtle in my hands. I relaxed conscious hold on the edges of my mind, eroding cell by cell into the ever-turning tide. Wave after wave washed me farther out to sea.
The ocean is never the same twice. Water that formed one wave will explode into a thousand others, taking different paths to distant shores. As I drifted, I felt myself dissolving, carried away, separated into a million parts that were all part of one.
Drops of me landed on the sands of Maui; I flew off the tail of a dolphin jumping for joy alongside the prow of an aircraft carrier. I soaked into the shorts of a toddler who ran away from her mother, laughing hysterically, feet splashing in my warmth before she fell down on her rump. I yielded up the trash that humans had tossed into me. I caught a message in a bottle. I evaporated into the heat of a summer afternoon only to come down again in a thundershower; I filled the lungs of a drowning man.
I roared with elemental rage, towering over a sailboat, spilling onto the deck; I held the continents within the circle of my arms; I glimmered in the sunlight, shone in the moonlight, danced with the wind, and churned under a sea turtle’s feet. I nibbled away at the wreck of the Titanic, then flowed halfway around the world to knock the surfboard out from under a boy who thought he could tame me. I was Arctic blue, tropical green, foaming white, stormy silver.
Finally, finally, I joined into a wave that bore down on a secluded little beach, reaching up beyond the boundaries of the tide to smack full force into a circle of unsuspecting women with purple Kool-Aid moustaches, one of whom knew I was coming and opened my eyes, laughing, sand between my toes.
The fire went out with a spectacular smoking hiss. Tamra yelped and leaped backward to protect her drum from the onslaught. Women squealed, giggled, cursed, and eventually schlepped their gear farther up the shore where maybe, just maybe, Mother wouldn’t join in so theatrically.
I stayed where I was, smiling out at the ocean. “Okay,” I said. “I’m listening.”
Silliness – Punny Thought – Marathon runners with bad footwear suffer the agony of defeat.