Daily Stuff 8-9-22 International Day of the World’s Indigenous People

Hi, folks!

Minus Tide at 5:11 AM of -1.2 feet. The shop is closed on Tue/Wed. The shop opens at 1pm. Summer hours are 1-6pm Thurs.-Mon. Featured photo by Melissa Hansen.

 [posting at 6pm] Overcast from the marine layer that’s been walking up and over for a few hours now. 58F, wind at 1-8mph and gusting, AQI 17-37, UV7. Chance of rain 19% today and 55% tonight. Forecast – Today&Tomorrow(62/53) chance of showers early both mornings, total accumulation for both nights less than 1/10 of an inch, AM clouds, PM sun. Thu-Sat(65/54) partly cloudy. Sun(66/53) mostly sunny. Mon-Wed(66/54) partly cloudy with a little wind.

We’re under the light part of the smoke plume as is much of the state.
Potter Fire – 185 acres
Windigo Fire – 1,052 acres
Cedar Creek Fire – 1,822 acres
Miller Road Fire – 10,847 acres
New – Whitcomb Fire – 300 acres
Beech Creek Fire – 155 acres
Griffin Fire – 1,927 acres
5 firespots.

Monday evening I woke Tempus after the newsletter went out and a couple of last customers walked in just as I was doing that. He got the clean dishes together and loaded the car. I had to re-start Word for some reason. It locked up on me. There were a few bits to add to the pages I was writing, so I did that while the folks were shopping.

We headed home and I got supper together while he watered the garden. We, had our fried rice and crawled into bed. While we were driving we had a good giggle about how socked in it was in town with sunshine on the hills to the east! I was awake for a little, but still sleepy, so I stayed down until Tempus headed out on the paper route. I was awake at that point, but just reading and I soon dropped back off. I’m getting enough sleep most nights, now, but I still need way more than before I had the virus.

Lady’s Mantle

I had found a peppermint puff at Staples that I was pretty sure that Tempus likes. They came on Friday and yeah, he likes them. I filled a bottle for him two nights back and it’s half-empty. I know what to get him for snacks, finally!

I was up at 11:30. I had to get my pillbox done, still, so I got that and read the paper and read mail on my tablet and then it was time to go, after I watered the porch plants. It’s just now getting sunny at 2pm. It’s been overcast all morning. There were some long-legged shorebirds in one of the little inlets along the river, and gulls and geese in the Eckman outflow. A couple of the geese got mixed into the flock that belongs to a house on the south side of the highway and one was honking at the muscovy ducks in that flock.

We had a group of people in before we even had the lights on. Tempus was running in and out. I’m not sure what the last one was, he appeared to be heading for the faucet with a bucket…. Oh, he’s watering. It was steady for awhile, but what’s with the rude people who just stare at you when you ask them if you can help them find anything and ignore everything else? 3 in a row like that…..

Tempus brought me a delicious fried egg sandwich with my coffee.. Good way to brighten a Monday! I was writing hard again.

It started clouding up again past 3, although the sun was still trying to come through. By 4, there was more cloud than sun, but still enough to throw shadows.

Today is our “sleep-in day. I probably won’t, but Tempus needs to. I’m oging to try to spend some time in the garden, making sure everything is sorted out. I’m noticing grass again in a couple of the buckets where I’m certain I got it all before…. well, the neighbor and his string trimmer throw things in all directions…

Tomorrow’s newsletter is actually going out tonight, so it won’t have weather or a note, just the “stuff”. It won’t show on Facebook until Wednesday morning. I might be able to get it to hold off on the blog site until then, but I won’t know until I’m ready to publish. Thursday’s will probably be late, coming out in the afternoon after I get to the shop. Yes, there is Herbs in the Garden on Wednesday.

Dreamy Golden Hour by Melissa Hansen – http://www.Photosfromthe coast.com


Today’s Feast is in honor of The International Day of the World’s Indigenous People. This is observed on August 9 each year to promote and protect the rights of the world’s indigenous population. This event also recognizes the achievements and contributions that indigenous people make to improve world issues such as environmental protection. It was first pronounced by the General Assembly of the United Nations in December 1994, marking the day of the first meeting of the UN Working Group on Indigenous Populations of the Subcommission on the Promotion and Protection of Human Rights, in 1982. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Day_of_the_World%27s_Indigenous_People


Today’s Plant – The local larkspursdelphinium trollifolium, and delphinium pavonaceum (which the Wiki article says is confined to the Valley, but I’ve collected out here….) are pretty flowers in shade of white, blue and purple. They’re called delphiniums after the shape of the nectary. More here:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphinium_trolliifolium  and here:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphinium_pavonaceum Other names are Larksheal and Staggerweed – Feminine, Venus, Water – The flowers frighten away venomous creatures and ghosts. Sprinkle between your eyes and a Litha fire to keep your sight clear. Use in rituals to call upon Dolphin energy.

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,


Today’s Astro & Calendar


Moon in Capricorn

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. 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 8/10 at 6:36am.

Bootes (Arcturus), Corona Borealis (Alphecca), Big dipper.

The two brightest stars of summer are Vega, overhead soon after dark, and Arcturus, shining in the west. Vega is a white-hot type A star 25 light-years away. Arcturus is a yellow-orange-hot, type K giant 37 light-years distant. Their color difference is plain to the unaided eye and more obvious in binoculars. To me, the tints of bright stars stand out a little better in the deep blue of late twilight. How about you? Could this be a color-contrast effect of seeing yellow, orange, or orange-red stars on a deep blue background?

Six Mars portraits taken in September 2020 show the current appearance of its albedo markings all around the globe. Labeled are some of the most prominent ones visible in amateur telescopes. Credits: Damian Peach (top left, right); Mark Schmidt (top middle); Chris Go (bottom left) and Anthony Wesley (bottom middle and right)

Mars, which started the month close to the distant ice giant Uranus in the sky, moves into Taurus today. Rising shortly after midnight, the Red Planet is visible all morning, with the best views coming in the few hours before sunrise, when it’s highest in the east. Glowing at magnitude 0.1, Mars is an easy naked-eye object. To view Uranus, which is magnitude 5.8, sweep binoculars or a telescope just over 5° west of Mars into Aries to search for its blue-gray disk.

The Pleiades and Hyades – The Pleiades (right) and the Hyades (left), two young open star clusters in the constellation Taurus the Bull, appear prominent on February evenings. – Rogelio Bernal Andreo (DeepSkyColors.com)

This morning, Mars floats 8.5° southwest of the brilliant Pleiades star cluster, a favorite of naked-eye and telescopic observers alike. About 16.5° east of Mars is red-hued Aldebaran, a red giant star that marks the eye of the Bull as he’s drawn on the sky. It sits among — but is not part of — another famous star cluster, the Hyades. Mars will continue through Taurus during August, following a path that will take it between the Pleiades and Hyades. By contrast, more distant Uranus will remain in roughly the same patch of sky all month, appearing to move much more slowly against the background stars.

Jupiter rises due east soon after the end of twilight, shining at a bright magnitude –2.7 at the Pisces-Cetus border. It’s highest in the south (transiting) just before dawn begins. In a telescope Jupiter is now a good 46 arcseconds wide, nearly its maximum. Jupiter comes to opposition September 26th.

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. 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.

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
Goddess Month
of Hesperus runs from 8/9 – 9/5
Celtic Tree Month of Coll/Hazel, Aug 5 – Sep 1
Color – Maroon
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Celtic 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
Month: July
Color: Brown
Class: Chieftain
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
Tu   9      Low   5:11 AM    -1.2   6:13 AM     Set  2:46 AM      84
~     9     High  11:53 AM     5.8   8:30 PM    Rise  7:28 PM
~     9      Low   4:50 PM     3.0
~     9     High  10:46 PM     8.4


Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Kindness is contagious.


Journal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – Even doubtful accusations leave a stain behind them. – Thomas Fuller



~   Wisdom is the power to put our time and our knowledge to the proper use. – Thomas J. Watson, Sr.
~   I just sit down for a few minutes, do a little thinking, and God writes the songs for me. – Hank Williams (1923 – 1953), Country and western singer
It’s not that I’m afraid to die, I just don’t want to be there when it happens. – Woody Allen
The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them. – Maya Angelou

A wee bird piped out ‘mid the corn,
A rose bloomed out beneath the thorn;
But the scent of the rose and the birdling’s lay
On the winds of the morning were wafted away
While the drowsy world dreamed on. – Walter Everette Hawkins (1883–1940) 


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 – School Report

Our 15-year-old daughter, Melanie, had to write a report for school about World War II, specifically D-Day and the invasion of Normandy.
“Isn’t there a movie about that?” she asked.
I told her there was, but I couldn’t think of the name.
Then it came to her, “Oh, I remember! Isn’t it something like ‘Finding Private Nemo’?”

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