Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Bright Morning of the Dark Moon

Written during a dark moon in the sign of Leo on a day ruled by Saturn

“The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.”
― Shan Sa, Empress

The sun seemed to take longer to rise today.  Even the birds were not rushing it with their songs of anticipation.  But the early morning sky can't hide its excitement as this is rumored to be a glorious day of summer weather. 

On these days the town fills with people. Prompted by a mysterious and primal force,  they must return to the ocean, pulled by a longing to inhale the salty air, wander in the mist and fog,  listen to such ancient voices of the sea.  I am forever mystified, then, to see so many roaming the crowded streets and staring into shop windows, dragging tired children by the hand.  But they are products of an overstimulated world, a fabricated attention hungry life.  Their great god of Time accompanies them on their holiday,  ticking, chiming, alarming.  They plan and schedule and check their cell phones for messages while somewhere a tide comes in slowly, hypnotically, and  quiet onlookers stare and breathe in and out.

I think we may be sitting on the shore for a bit today as well. I am fair skinned and so I have never baked in the sun, thankfully, but I like to sit on the shore, usually covered by long sleeves and skirts and an umbrella.  We are so blessed to live in such a beautiful place. Sometimes when it is always there, ready for your enjoyment, you forget to take the time to really be in it.  The Bard is in need of some serious de-stressing and I can't think of a better place to do just that.

Have a wonderful weekend, wherever in the world you are.


Friday, July 25, 2014

Herbs, Folklore, Meditation and Thunderstorms

Written during a waning moon in the sign of Cancer on a day ruled by Venus

According to Wikipedia, Sophia Emma Magdalene Grieve was the Principal and Founder of The Whins Medicinal and Commercial Herb School and Farm at Chalfont St. Peter in Buckinghamshire, England. Mrs. Grieve is perhaps best known today for her 1931 book, A Modern Herbal.  This is available online somewhere but the books can still be purchased (two books sold separately.)  

This is a lovely addition to any herbal, folklore, or even magical library.  The folklore is often added as if an afterthought, and sometimes you  stumble upon interesting "old wives tales."  I found a very spicy herb combination which, according to lore,  is supposed to help with money issues.  I searched my very messy cabinet for some coriander that I know I had, but had no luck finding it so I put it on my shopping list, thankful it is one of the easy to find supermarket herbs. 

I'm finding great joy in using common household kitchen cabinet herbs these days, though I remember how much I once I  adored going to a small softly lit herb shop, opening large glass jars filled with obscure herbs and roots, using handled scoops to transfer small amounts  paper bags.  There isn't a store like this anywhere close by now, but I sure would adore a visit to one, maybe while on holiday somewhere, as the atmosphere, the mix of scents the simple and powerful presence of energy is so intriguing and so familiar.

I am considering adding a page to this blog for those who are interested in some of the magical properties and applications of herbs, especially ones commonly found in the garden or the supermarket, or at this time of year in my part of the world - at a lovely little farm stand. 

I did manage to find a time for my meditation yesterday.  At first I was just going to play it by ear and see which way the wind decided to take me as I usually do, but I decided that what I needed, more than anything,  was some healing, some peace and stillness, and so it was, until at a pivotal point in my journey, the sky broke open and rain poured down covering the entire world, only to stop suddenly a moment later, the skies cleared and everything was just as it was.  The earth was demonstrating the benefits of regular "cleansing."

Don't forget that tomorrow is the dark moon, a time of possibilities, beginnings, change, the moment when anything can happen.


“Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
― Mark Twain


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Meditation and Preservation

Written during a waning moon in the sign of Cancer on a day ruled by Jupiter

I found some drumming music on iTunes yesterday, something a little different. (Shamanic Drumming and Shacapa Meditation by Simon Ralli Robinson.)

  I have some shamanic drumming music, but even though I realize that the beat of this kind of drumming is designed to put one in an altered state, conducive to journeying, the beat is a bit too fast for me.  I always feel rushed and that makes me feel a little anxious, and most of know that trance/meditation is generally not supposed to make one feel anxious (although I'm sure there are the occasional experiences that do.)  So, after I finally found something quite good I decided to try it out.  Last night I set up the pillows, turned down the lights, lit a candle, turned on the music and promptly fell asleep.  Yeah, apparently I didn't feel at all anxious.  Nope, not a bit.

Mediation is so difficult to do at night.   I've got to schedule an earlier time, even if that means that meditation cannot be as frequent as I would like. 

It is overcast this morning.  I am not complaining as we have had some of the coolest temperatures around these days due to our close proximity to the ocean.  It's been quite uncomfortably warm for many people.  Each day I do a little something in the garden to repair the damage, and it's starting to look better.  I found a potential spot to plant a new tree next Spring and another spot to plant a climbing bush, both of which will eventually add a little much needed shade.  Little "Shadys" are growing all over the place, but they are growing in very unlikely spots, such as in between fences and areas much too small to support a full grown tree, so I had to clear those out as well.  This is hard for me to do, as I like to let things be, but then I have to remind myself that the very fact that I am living in a structure that has for years claimed an unjustifiable piece of wilderness is a larger stain on nature than pruning a few tree offspring that are unlikely to have much of a future.  Being a caretaker of this small bit of land is all I can do.


“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods