I've been gaming all day, and I just got home from the a not-quite-so-big grocery run. I left an offering of a pomegranate and red wine outside as soon as I got home. Now I'm having some peanut butter and spreadable fruit. I'd like to go on to bed, but there is a nearly inevitable phone call from the game master to see what I thought about the game, so I'll stay up a bit to see if he calls.
Hope your weekend was a pleasant one.
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Monday, November 01, 2010
Friday, November 13, 2009
Although it is, as far as I can see, a spurious date
whose source is the neo-Pagan The Goddess Book of Days by Diane Stein (which is flawed, since it really isn't perpetual as it doesn't take in lunar calendars at all, and doesn't list primary (read 'real' sources) for its dating), I think I will celebrate a feast for Hekate on November 16th not because Ms Stein (and a host of neo-Pagans) says it is a 'Night of Hekate', but because it is dark of the moon in November. (There are two dates better attested to Her, August 13th and November 30th, and of course the lunar last day of the month and the changing of the year, Hekate being a Goddess of liminal times and places). Among offerings I have, spring water, burgundy wine, garlic, lavender, honey, and a pomegranate (the last being more of a celebration of the coming winter, and Hekate had a role to play in reporting the rape of Persephone. I always offer up a pomegranate each year as the cold weather sets in, usually in September when the Eleusinian Mysteries would be played out, or Halloween, but this year I'm doing it mid-November instead. Halloween night just didn't 'feel' right to me, perhaps because it was almost full moon. Now the nights feel more in keeping with the sacrifice, and She is associated with the dark moon, not full.
What can I say, Paganism isn't always cut-and-dried.
What can I say, Paganism isn't always cut-and-dried.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Time to sleep
The last couple of nights I've averaged 4-5 hours' sleep. I had about a 45 minute nap this afternoon after work. So even though there are several news stories I'd like to blog about, I'll have to defer to tomorrow.
Tonight is Old Samhain (the Celtic New Year, last harvest, and remembrance for the dead)--oh, and it's pronounced 'Sow (rhymes with 'cow')-un' rather than 'Sam-hane'. Tonight I need to leave an offering to my Patroness. I have a nice ripe pomegranate and some honey.
And it's Veteran's Day/Remembrance Day, too, of course. I am the grand-daughter of three World II veterans (my grandmother was also a veteran, a nurse in Europe who lost a kidney during her service. One grandfather was a Marine at Iwo Jima. Another was somewhere in the South Pacific, I believe. I never knew him) and the daughter of a Vietnam veteran/career Air Force non-commissioned officer.
For such a peace-oriented person, the military has always meant a lot to me. It's kind of like a second family--I spent many years of my childhood on Air Force bases around the country. (I unfortunately never got to live or visit outside of the US). And in my own way, I'm pretty patriotic. I really appreciate that the freedoms I have as an American citizen are being and were defended by men and women who have served their country.
On the radio this morning, the disc jockey talked about a young man she'd dated, who at 21 died in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War, only 6 weeks after he'd arrived.
There are many stories like his, and others of those who returned, some suffering physical and mental wounds, some changed beyond recognition. With a new war, there are plenty of veterans who need the funding and programmes to support their safety during service and their needs when they return home. So, thank you.
Kentucky has a beautiful Vietnam memorial in Frankfort that is a giant sundial. It was created by architect Helm Roberts. On the anniversary of each Kentucky soldier's death, the shadow of the gnomon falls on his or her name. The Herald-Leader had a nice story about it yesterday (Memorial built with sunshine and shadow). I don't think they keep the stories publicly available past seven days, but if you see this before that, check it out. They explain some of the process of how it works. Oh, and by the way, it happens to be on a wind-swept field next to the Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives, where I worked as an intern one summer and became acquainted with the memorial.
Okay, I'm going to go make my offering and then go to sleep. Good night.
Tonight is Old Samhain (the Celtic New Year, last harvest, and remembrance for the dead)--oh, and it's pronounced 'Sow (rhymes with 'cow')-un' rather than 'Sam-hane'. Tonight I need to leave an offering to my Patroness. I have a nice ripe pomegranate and some honey.
And it's Veteran's Day/Remembrance Day, too, of course. I am the grand-daughter of three World II veterans (my grandmother was also a veteran, a nurse in Europe who lost a kidney during her service. One grandfather was a Marine at Iwo Jima. Another was somewhere in the South Pacific, I believe. I never knew him) and the daughter of a Vietnam veteran/career Air Force non-commissioned officer.
For such a peace-oriented person, the military has always meant a lot to me. It's kind of like a second family--I spent many years of my childhood on Air Force bases around the country. (I unfortunately never got to live or visit outside of the US). And in my own way, I'm pretty patriotic. I really appreciate that the freedoms I have as an American citizen are being and were defended by men and women who have served their country.
On the radio this morning, the disc jockey talked about a young man she'd dated, who at 21 died in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War, only 6 weeks after he'd arrived.
There are many stories like his, and others of those who returned, some suffering physical and mental wounds, some changed beyond recognition. With a new war, there are plenty of veterans who need the funding and programmes to support their safety during service and their needs when they return home. So, thank you.
Kentucky has a beautiful Vietnam memorial in Frankfort that is a giant sundial. It was created by architect Helm Roberts. On the anniversary of each Kentucky soldier's death, the shadow of the gnomon falls on his or her name. The Herald-Leader had a nice story about it yesterday (Memorial built with sunshine and shadow). I don't think they keep the stories publicly available past seven days, but if you see this before that, check it out. They explain some of the process of how it works. Oh, and by the way, it happens to be on a wind-swept field next to the Kentucky Department for Libraries and Archives, where I worked as an intern one summer and became acquainted with the memorial.
Okay, I'm going to go make my offering and then go to sleep. Good night.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Nifty
At work I bought a fountain drink, a refill, and a protein bar, all of which had bonus points to my rewards card, and on the last purchase I got a coupon for a free drink and had enough points for a $25 gift card, so I turned in the points and went ahead and got the card. Yay! Free gas/food!
Of course, I'd already filled up today, thinking it the price might go up this morning. It was almost $40. That's about what I pay once a week. The price actually went down (I think it's $2.79 right now). But when it was up over $3 I was lucky enough to have a gas certificate worth 5 gallons for making our selling points quota.
All in all it's been a decent day. It was quiet at the hospital (there's a lecture series going on, so no clinic) and I did a lot of interlibrary loaning. Then I went to Meijer to get a bra and a notebook and wound up with two notebooks (one for me, one for the game), a bra, Mother's Day cards for my mom and grandmother, and two purses (it was buy one get one free). The purse I bought was $17 and the bra was only $14--I expected it to be twice that, so it all evened out. It was truck night at the gas station so I worked my butt off, but didn't have to do register on the new software yet--that's saved for Saturday. Then I went to Kroger and bought dog food, sourdough bread, havarti cheese, and a vanilla/orchid body wash. Cerys and I are enjoying the bread (and I let her have a smidge of the cheese) right now.
Well, that's it. I still have a dog to take out, notes to do, a prescription to phone in, wine to buy, a friend to pick up, and an offering to give due to last week's woeful unpreparedness/loss of what wine I had. I still have no idea where it went.
Good night. I might blog later but I'll have to see how tired I am. Take care.
Of course, I'd already filled up today, thinking it the price might go up this morning. It was almost $40. That's about what I pay once a week. The price actually went down (I think it's $2.79 right now). But when it was up over $3 I was lucky enough to have a gas certificate worth 5 gallons for making our selling points quota.
All in all it's been a decent day. It was quiet at the hospital (there's a lecture series going on, so no clinic) and I did a lot of interlibrary loaning. Then I went to Meijer to get a bra and a notebook and wound up with two notebooks (one for me, one for the game), a bra, Mother's Day cards for my mom and grandmother, and two purses (it was buy one get one free). The purse I bought was $17 and the bra was only $14--I expected it to be twice that, so it all evened out. It was truck night at the gas station so I worked my butt off, but didn't have to do register on the new software yet--that's saved for Saturday. Then I went to Kroger and bought dog food, sourdough bread, havarti cheese, and a vanilla/orchid body wash. Cerys and I are enjoying the bread (and I let her have a smidge of the cheese) right now.
Well, that's it. I still have a dog to take out, notes to do, a prescription to phone in, wine to buy, a friend to pick up, and an offering to give due to last week's woeful unpreparedness/loss of what wine I had. I still have no idea where it went.
Good night. I might blog later but I'll have to see how tired I am. Take care.
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