Allow me to begin tonight by expressing my undying gratitude to everyone who helped my father find out about his Warrior Queen. I requested three books at our library, and have already picked up one. We are going to their place on Sunday (so he and Daniel can watch the Superbowl, and my mother can feed us). I’ll be delivering as many of these books as have come in at that time. Thank you all so much. I knew you guys could do this!
In Seen Around Town news, I delivered some boxes to J.D. today (and two yesterday, one of which was a new phone he was forced to buy, the good part is that he doesn’t hate it nearly as much as he thought he would). It was all sunshiney and super cold out, and there were just gobs of folks wandering the streets. No musicians this time but plenty of adorably dressed children and their equally well turned out parents. I don’t usually enjoy winter because I hate having to layer all those damn clothes (don’t love the heat of summer either because then I don’t have enough clothes to take off, so yeah, really hard to please me weather-wise) but I do like seeing the festive outer wear that people in Eugene tend to don when it gets brisk out. Fun hats and silly boots were the fashion statements of the day. I also saw a Wisconsin license plate, one Nevada, and a North Dakota (who was definitely NOT the neighbor person we’ve been spotting so much recently).
Now, in full disclosure mode here, the reason for today’s title is two-fold. Yes, I was all on top of things yesterday with the Imbolc info, sadly I was all behind with the moon phases. (Insert overly dramatic sigh here.) I can’t be timely on EVERYTHING ya know! The Dark Moon was today (at six something, I can’t remember exactly, go look at the thingie over there <— ). At first I felt terrible for not mentioning it, but then I got over it. JulieLanders know where to find lunar crap on this blog, and you’ve all read enough about what each phase means by now (and if you haven’t well, it’s already been established that The History Quilt searches work out just fine), so I didn’t beat my wee self elf up over this minor slight for very long.
(Quick refresher, just in case you are in rush and don’t have time to go searching, and ya know, need this rapidly: Dark Moon equals New Moon which we call Recycle Moon because you want to toss all of your negative/done with shit in there for it to transform as we wax toward the Full Moon.)
However, that does sort of show that I DO drop the ball on occasion. (But then I ADMIT that I have, so I think that’s pretty fair.) Last night though, Empress was in the kitchen. Yes, my kitchen (since she is still a freaking homeless person). And she wanted to bake. Yes, bake! In my broken and stupid oven! Her father allowed her to buy a tube of biscuits the other day while they were out doing… I don’t know what they were doing actually, but she came home with many un-cooked food items. (I texted him while she was up there, and asked him why he had let her do that. His response was: I don’t see how this is my fault. Yes, you do not see that Honey Bunchy, but whatever.)
They did, indeed, bisc. She was most pleased with her lovely self. And we took a picture. As evidence, that yes, her mother was wrong. But wait! There’s more to this story. (Don’t convict me yet. There is redemption at the end of this tale.) She had cooked some squash earlier, and the oven was all hot from that (and smelly, have I mentioned how I hate the pewy smell of our oven?). When she went in search of cookie sheets she couldn’t find any (neither could I, who knows where they’ve all wandered off to). What we DID have was a baking stone. (There are three of these, they are ancient, one is in pieces, but they all live in the oven all the time.) I told her to just yank one of those out and use it. “No!” she says. Fine, I’ll do it. We carefully lifted, pulled, and maneuvered one very, very hot (and ridiculously heavy) baking-sheet shaped stone out of the oven, and she placed her biscuits on to it. Then she baked them. You’ve seen the photo.
Personally, I think the key here was that we worked together. And ya know, I left the room while she was performing her mysterious kitchen tricks. Don’t be expecting me to try and duplicate this accomplishment. Can’t be done. I’m sure it was a one time deal. Probably. Yeah, it was magic is what it was.
Our card today is from The Druid Animal Oracle, and I think it is just lovely. As are my children and my husband, in their patience with me and my lack of functioning life skills. (In fact, I like the defining words here so much, I have highlighted them in Bold.)
“Swan ~ Eala (pronounced Ellah) ~ Soul, love, beauty.
The card depicts a scene from the Irish tale the ‘Dream of Oenghus.’ In the foreground is the lake where a beautiful girl, Caer Ibormeith (Yewberry), changes into a swan every other year at the time of Samhuinn. To win her, Oenghus, the god of love, becomes a swan, and they both fly to his house, Brugh na Boinne, now known as Newgrange and pictured on the horizon. As with many swans that appear in the old tales, there is a gold chain around Yewberry’s neck.
Eala brings us the qualities of the soul, of love and depth, grace and beauty. Being associated with the Druid festival time of Samhuinn, the swan is also a bird of the threshold, and represents that part of us which can travel into the Otherworld. Drawing this card may indicate that you will receive inspiration from the Otherworld, or that love is entering into your life. It is auspicious to draw this card if you are preparing to write a song, poem, or story of your own, for Swan’s skin and feathers were used to make the bard’s ceremonial cloak the tugen. She gave freely, of herself and of her wisdom.”