Daily Stuff 7-30-22 National Sleepyhead Day

Hi, folks!

Minus Tide at 8:39 AM of -0.9 feet. The shop opens at 1pm. Summer hours are 1-6pm Thurs.-Mon. Featured photo by Josh Orkin. Sewing 3pm.

 [posting at 6pm] It was bright sunshine earlier, but the marine layer pulled up and over us around 4pm. 61F, wind at 0-10mph and gusting, AQI 5-33, UV8. Chance of rain 12% today and 17% tonight. DENSE FOG ADVISORY until 11am. Forecast – Today(64/54) AM clouds, PM sun. Tomorrow(65/55) mostly cloudy. Mon/Tue(62/53) small chance of AM showers. Wed/Thu(63/53) partly cloudy. Fri(67/53) sunny. Sat(66/52) partly cloudy. Sun(65/52) mostly clear. Uh-oh. A fire,Warm Springs Butte Fire – 100 acres, and 1 firespot, about 25 miles WNW of Ontario.

Thursday evening went sideways from what I was planning. We were late heading home because of a shopper who bought $78 worth of books…. can’t complain about that…. but I got mixed up that it was the early night because of the bulk route, so supper went by the boards. Tempus was really tired and took a nap. I was trying to get things far enough along to set up the squash before he left, but ran out of time, so most of what I got done overnight was writing. …and I completely forgot about the pendants, again!

Yesterday morning I had managed to get plenty of sleep so I was up early, around 11, and managed to clear another couple of books for sale, and a couple for the shop library. We got ourselves together and headed in to town, watching the lovely blue sky and the bluer river and bay. Tempus dropped me off and went to get the mail. I had 6 boxes of stuff! Most of it was for Sioned, but a summer goodie of a solar light spiral for the porch at home and some socks were for us/me.

While Tempus was out doing that I had a person in who berated me for being so stupid as to call my shop, “Ancient Light”, and not be an antique store. He wouldn’t shut up long enough to let me explain, so I finally told him I was tired of listening to his ignorance and to leave. That’s a new one….

We were busier than on Thursday, but that’s not saying much. As always when there are lots of tourists coming in most of them are “just browsing”. …but people bought small amounts and we sold one of the spendy rune sets.

I ended up on the phone and talking to people online more than getting any work done. I had sent messages to both Sasha and Arthur, kinda checking up on both of them, but didn’t expect them to phone me! Sash has a new car and his buddy is out of brain surgery and talking. Seems to be ok. Arthur and I talked a lot about gun control and hunting and they’re going to stop for a visit in the middle of August.

I was also looking over some of kids’ games sets in tins that I think are really cool to see if we’re ready to order more. We have 4 types that come with a little history, a few sets of game rules and some *really* nice game pieces! Marbles, Tiddly-winks, Jacks and a Ring-Toss game are each $10. They’re in the Sweets ‘n Treats section. I went to the site and they have some more interesting toys, so I’m working on a new order from that company.

Tempus is making bread, after running to the bank, so once we’re done here for the day we’ll head home and have what I planned last night for supper, i.e. the soup, bread and the squash casserole. I have more writing to do, but nothing but outlining at home, so I’m hoping that Tempus will help me set up the sewing machine, so I can do a little mending and maybe get a start on a bag for the tablet. He also brought me some strawberries, so the not-quite ripe ones are going into sugar. I might be able to add them to the bottle that I already started. …pendants…gotta remember the pendants.

Today we open at 1pm. Sewing Workshop is at 3pm. I’ll be doing hand-work of some kind, probably threading pouch cords. …assuming that I’ve gotten the pendants done!

The forest at noon Yachats River Valley, Josh Orkin 7/20/20 Used with permission

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Today’s Feast is National Sleepyhead Day in Finland. That made me giggle. The tradition is that the last person to wake gets water thrown on them. More recently there’s a tradition to dunk a celebrity in the ocean.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Sleepy_Head_Day

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Today’s Plant is Oregon White OakQuercus garryana, also called Garry oak, or just Oregon oak. It doesn’t grow well out here on the coast, although supposedly there are some specimens. I’ve never seen one out here, but they’re *all* over the Willamette Valley, many of them hosting our local mistletoe, Phoradendron flavescens. This is the same relation of tree and herb that gave rise to the legends of the Golden Bough in Europe, although these are *far* different species. – Masculine, Sun ,Fire, Dagda, (Jupiter, Thor, Pan) Use in magicks for protection, money, potency, fertility – Burn the bark to draw off illness, carry and piece of the for luck and protection, acorns are used to tip male power wands and worn as necklaces by some priests and can be carried to increase fertility and male potency to preserve health and long life. Place in windows to ward off lightning. Plant an acorn at the new moon if you need money. Fires of oak wood draw off illness. – Wiccaning or Seining –Wiccaning or Seining is the ceremony where we welcome a new child to the world. Holly water is used for girls and Oak for boys. Make by a tablespoon of powdered leaf brew in 1 cup of very hot water for about 10 minutes, then adding that to 2 cups of cold water.  Sprinkle or wash baby with it, then rinse well. More here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oregon_white_oak Mistletoe lore here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mistletoe#Culture.2C_folklore.2C_and_mythology  and more about our variety here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoradendron

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Summer hours are 1-6pm Thurs.-Mon., although we’re often here later as the days get longer. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook message or email at anjasnihova@yahoo.com 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

Moon in Leo enters Virgo at 11:11am.

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 8/11 at 6:36pm. Diana’s Bow – On the 3rd day after the new moon you can (weather permitting) see the tiny crescent in the sky, the New Moon holding the Old Moon in her arms. Begin on your goals for the next month. A good time for job interviews or starting a project. Take a concrete step! God/dess aspect: Daughter/Son/Innocence – Associated God/dess: Vesta, Horus. Phase ends on 8/1 at 10:55pm.

Face southeast after darkness is complete. Look a little more than halfway from horizontal to overhead, and there’s Altair, the brightest star in that immediate area. A finger-width above it is its little sidekick Tarazed (Gamma Aquilae), two magnitudes fainter and far in the background. Tarazed is actually 100 times more luminous than Altair — it’s an orange giant — but it’s 390 light-years away compared to Altair’s distance of just 17 light-years. Look left of Altair by a bit more than a fist for compact little Delphinus, the Dolphin, leaping leftward in the edge of the Milky Way. Closer to Altair’s upper left is Sagitta the narrow Arrow, smaller and dimmer than Delphinus. The arrow points left. Binoculars help with both.

Uranus, magnitude 5.8 in Aries, is high in the east before the first light of dawn, east of Mars.

Runic half-month of Thurisaz/ Thorn/Thunor, 7/29-8/12 – Northern Tradition honors the god known to the Anglo-Saxons as Thunor and to the Norse as Thor. The time of Thorn is one of ascendant powers and orderliness. This day also honors the sainted Norwegian king, Olaf, slain around Lammas Day. Its traditional calendar symbol is an axe.

Sun in Leo

Pluto (10/8), Saturn (10/23), Jupiter (11/23), Neptune 12/3, Chiron (12/23) Retrograde
Goddess Month of Kerea runs from 7/11 – 8/8
Celtic Tree Month of Tinne/
Holly, Jul 8 – Aug 4
Color – Grey
©2022 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright

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Celtic Tree Month of Tinne/Holly, Jul 8 – Aug 4, Tinne (CHIN-yuh), holly – The holly (Ilex aquifolium L.) is a shrub growing to 10 m (35 feet) in open woodlands and along clearings in forests. Hollies are evergreen, and stand out in winter among the bare branches of the deciduous forest trees that surround them. Hollies form red berries before Samhain which last until the birds finish eating them, often after Imbolc. The typical “holly leaf” is found on smaller plants, but toward the tops of taller plants the leaves have fewer spiny teeth. Hollies are members of the Holly family (Aquifoliaceae). The common holly is often cultivated in North America, as are hybrids between it and Asiatic holly species.

Holm Oak

Graves (1966) and others are of the opinion that the original tinne was not the holly, but rather the holm oak, or holly oak (Quercus ilex L.). This is an evergreen oak of southern Europe that grows as a shrub, or as a tree to 25 m (80 feet). Like the holly, the holm oak has spiny-edged leaves on young growth. It does not have red berries, but it does have red leaf “galls” caused by the kermes scale insect; these are the source of natural scarlet dye. Holm oaks are occasionally cultivated in North America.

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Tinne – Holly Ogam letter correspondences
Month: June
Color: Dark Grey
Class: Peasant
Letter: T
Meaning: Energy and guidance for problems to come

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to study this month – Ioho – Yew Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Dark Green
Class: Chieftain
Letter: I, J, Y
Meaning: Complete change in life-direction or attitude.

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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
Sa  30     High   1:39 AM     7.4   6:01 AM    Rise  7:44 AM      0
~    30      Low   8:39 AM    -0.9   8:44 PM     Set 10:14 PM
~    30     High   3:11 PM     6.3
~    30      Low   8:37 PM     2.4

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Make this a purposeful day!

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Journal Prompt – Personal Interests and Experiences – Imagine you have just been given the name and address of a pen pal. Write about yourself to that person.

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Quotes

~   Better to fight and fall than to live without hope. – Volsunga Saga, c.12
~   My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder. – William Golding (1911-1993) English writer
~   Advertising is the art of convincing people to spend money they don’t have for something they don’t need. – Will Rogers (1879-1935) US actor, humorist
~   Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice. – Baruch Spinoza (1632-1677) Dutch philosopher

from “Consequences upon Arrival” by Saretta Morgan

We woke into the morning undressed. Every thought washed of color and their chains rusted over.
Our certainty absorbed into forms of circulation. Plasma-rich consistencies. Or spittle. It was difficult to make out the occasion. Or to whom we owed the honor.
No one suffered a wound. Nor suffered without good reason. The occasion filled to capacity our uncharted, elemental mouths.

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The only meaningful thought tore itself from the valley. Meaning thirst increased. Flooded dwellings and crevices of pain.
The pain that was simple. Fundamental as the air before rain.
The circumstances formed around our suffering decayed from the point of initiation inward. This so abandonment became common.
We trained our ears to wake and comprehend the hour. Deliver oxygen. Rest one foot in its light.

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We rose our heads only to say, fuck learnedness. Behavior that could only exist in the mouth acquired by failure.
Articulate and reform the needle drawn up into the roof of its suffering.
We weren’t coming back—not one night we said—to that disease-shaded landscape. That puss in sheep’s clothing though desire was tied to its awning.

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Difference presented a sense of direction. Non-glorious. Scars that festered when we did not proceed.
What underpinned the context profited in its depletion. In frequent marshes.
Trust, it’s one true follower.

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Undressing was performed in accordance with regularity. Its networks regulated and perverse, context required no record. Met us squarely in our eyes.
The eye that awned.
The loud immeasurable eye.
The eye hugging the feet of our failure required collaboration
that could only be offered between streams. Or given in the rivers that fed themselves.

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We woke with dreams pulled through fine intelligent mesh.
An intelligence that aged gracefully, like iron. Hardly undone. Such were the overwhelmed conditions upon which our senses depended. The just barely.
The thorn a fundamental characteristic of our sides.
We saw history was outlined in our ruin of stitches, appearing despite the context that was their given keloid nature.
What is a vulnerable frontier. It was important to ask of our musculature seizing.

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Language returned through the appearance of clouds. Furtive, deeply shadowed offering nothing.
We stood adjacent. Looked up and rubbed our arms.
While not offensive, it’s inappropriate to remain in the procession and offer nothing. Not shade nor rosettes. No part in restoring the fence. Neither the most obvious: rain.
We should start a committee, someone said. THE COMMITTEE TO END LANGUAGE THAT DOES NOT OFFER RAIN, of which the goals and bylaws were as heart-felt as they were without collective teeth.

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We woke to vandalization relative to the committee.
Someones it seemed, were, in their quiet nighttime way, against what they interpreted as the public shaming of non-productive existence. And for the first time in memory, accountability was on the table. It was bulbous and moist. It absorbed all of the blame which was not at all called for.
It said I have introduced ideological context.
I ruined the stitches.
I don’t feel seen.
I’m absorbed by failure.
I drink from the river and feel nothing.
My gaze depletes.
It is me to whom you owe great honor.

Copyright © 2022 by Saretta Morgan. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on July 29, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

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Lughnasadh Magick – Teltane — Celebrate! – https://medium.com/the-story-hall/teltane-celebrate-a8dd4db3862a [Anja’s note – Beautiful pix with this article! Go visit! By Hawkeye Pete Egan B., Aug 1, 2017

Happy Teltane, everyone!

Today is the ancient Celtic celebration known as Teltane. It is a cross-quarter day, as we reach the halfway point between the Summer Solstice and the Autumnal Equinox. Although the days are still long, the sun rises later and sets earlier. The rhythm of the earth is shifting, and energies are beginning to draw inward. To ensure the balance between sun and earth energies necessary for a successful harvest, the ancient Celts celebrated a ritual marriage between earth and sun, male and female.

 “Even as the fullness of the Sun hung heavy in the summer sky, our ancestors noticed that each succeeding day saw the Sun rising later and setting earlier. As an assurance that the Sun would retain its power until the harvest was complete, the Celts celebrated a ritual marriage on this day between Lugh, the Sun, and Eire, the Earth. This cosmic mating of the male and female energies was vital to the maintenance of harmony and abundance.

“We have seen in our time the effects of imbalance of yin and yang. The restoration of this harmony and abundance in our lives and on our planet is a sacred task that each of us must shoulder. The male and female in each of us must learn to love itself, and, from that, to love the other.

 “On Teltane, or Lammas, or Lughnassad, Lugh, the Celtic god of Light buried his foster mother Tailltiu beneath a great mound in Ireland. This signifies the withdrawal of the Mother Goddess into the earth in preparation for the falling seeds that will need her care if they are to germinate in winter.”

(From The Essene Book of Days by Danaan Parry © Earthstewards Network Publications, Bainbridge Island WA)

I pay attention to the cycles of the seasons, and like to note the ways that different cultures recognized and honored them. For me, it’s important to remember these things. It’s one of the little ways that helps me to realize there’s always a lot more to this life than the appearances; that cycles far beyond the reach of mass media and the news cycle have an impact on us.

I choose to tune into these more natural cycles, rather than the hideous news cycle. I mean, really, how much more news about the current administration can I really take? I choose to not pay it much mind, nor to feed the cycles of hatred, the self-smug notion that “my side is right, and yours is nuts”.

I don’t need any of that. None of it does a damn thing for my soul. Like Pete Townsend once wrote — “I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution, take a bow for the new revolution, smile and grin at the change all around me, pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday, and then I’ll get on my knees and pray, we don’t get fooled again”.

No, I’d rather celebrate Teltane today. I’d rather celebrate life. Today, I celebrate health, the seasons, nature, life, and wish everyone I know, and those I don’t, an abundant and glorious day.

Ain’t it just grand just to be alive?

Originally published at cowbird.com

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Silliness – Sword in the….

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