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Ephemera: June’s Full Moon. The Moon Of Horses : Tadgh guest post

June 17, 2019

Ephemera: June’s Full Moon. The Moon Of Horses

 

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…This one will be in its fullness on Monday, 17 June 2019, in the constellation of Sagittarius, low in the south-southern-eastern sky in the northern hemisphere.

Some will know this full moon as the Strawberry moon, to me and the ancient and latter-day Celts and Druids it is the Moon of Horses, to Wiccans many call is the Dyad Moon, and the Chinese people call it the Lotus Moon. In the southern hemisphere where the seasons are switched this full moon is known as the Oak Moon, Cold Moon, or the Long Night’s Moon.

The moon is a silver pin-head vast, that holds the heaven’s tent-hangings fast. -William R. Alger, ‘The Use of the Moon’

The moon was so important to ancient cultures, and even so today to those who understand, or revere nature and the old ways. But, whatever name you call it, the full moon is a time for celebration: perhaps by walking in the light of the full moon (and have you ever seen your moon-shadow?) and pondering its awesomeness, raising a glass of wine to its glory, meditating on the Moon-Giver, or reciting liturgy or a poem in its honour…

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If you go to Tadgh’s blog, he has shared one of his own poems to the goddess Arianrhod …

Ephemera: June’s Full Moon. The Moon Of Horses

I am a lunar person myself, and my Grove rituals reflect this frequently.   Because it lies so near to the Solstice, this June moon feels extra significant and joyous.

Lately I found an excellent book called Moon Phase Astrology, by Raven Kaldera (Destiny Books 2011).   He carefully explains three different ways of relating to lunar phases before delving into the significance of each, including the ‘moon-shadows’ imparted by major planetary aspects to the moon.

         1.   Most online tools will use an Astronomical method, where the four primary phases of the Moon (New, 1st Quarter, Full, Last Quarter) are specific instants in time, and the waxing and waning phases describe the entirety of the transition between primary phases…

             2.   The Astrological method of moon phase calculation divides the lunar cycle into eight equal parts approx. 3.7 days long.  The four primary phases begin at the precise instant of the astronomical moon phase, and the waxing and waning phases begin exactly halfway between… if you were born even a few minutes before the moon was at its fullest, then from an astrological perspective you were born under the Gibbous Moon….

     3. To many people, this astrological method doesn’t feel quite right.  They may consider the Full Moon to be the three days when the moon looks the fullest. This can be called the Natural method of moon phase calculation, where the moon is considered to be in each phase for a day or so on either side of the Astronomical moon phase, and there isn’t a specific moment when the phase changes from Gibbous to Full, or Full to Disseminating…

Kaldera pp. 14-15

If he were also covering Vedic astrology of the Moon, he’d find yet another method of division. Chandra, the Moon God, has 27 feminine consorts, known as Nakshatras, who correspond to the phases of the Moon.

List of Nakshatras   

Chinese astrology referred to this division of  a lunar month as the 28 Mansions of the Moon.  They further assigned the lunar month to four quarters of the sky, each associated with a color, much as Native Americans assigned colors to the four directions.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twenty-Eight_Mansions

 

The story of balance between the solar and lunar calendars in the civilization we find ourselves in today is  complicated still more if we try to pin down our Moon , with all its affinity for our lymph and our liquids,  to such precise measures.  Whatever system we may use to differentiate one Moon from the next, it will also have to obviously correspond to the moon we are seeing and feeling NOW, in the present moment.

This one is in Sagittarius,  mutable fire, scholar and explorer, centaur with bow and nocked arrow.  The week is only beginning, but we run forward as day by day the Sun reaches the Longest Day at its end, and Moon wanes into the background once again, veiled by the shadow of Earth.

Endings and beginnings are constant.  Which one is now happening to you?  Probably both.

 

 

 

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Frog Princess

June 1, 2019

Hodophilia

It was Fluffy who came out to fish this evening. I could tell it was she because she is a darker green than the others.  Besides I had heard Eric rarking in the garage earlier , and I also happened to catch a glimpse of Gollum sitting at the entrance of his pipe.  I sat and watched as  usual.  I reminded Fluffy of the potential evolutionary consequences of eating one’s own kin.  She must have taken my lecture to heart because she caught only Gambusia  all evening.

I noted, searching with my torch, that there were still at least five fat tadpoles swimming round in the pond, and definitely there was one for sure that was almost a frog.

Eric called a couple of times more from the garage, and then there was a great metallic crash, followed by an embarrassed silence.  I hastened to see what had happened. Behind the garage door, leaning…

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Recover health, hope and happiness with the help of trees — guest post

May 7, 2019

Druid Life

This blog is inspired by the principles of the Tree Charter – find out more about it and how to get involved, here – https://treecharter.uk/

There’s no doubt about it that time with trees improves our mental health. They offer a great deal of good to our bodies as well – cleaning air, cooling urban environments and rural ones alike, holding moisture in the soil. Having trees makes for good human habitat. They protect us from excess sun and thus from skin cancer.

Re-greening a landscape is a reliable way of giving people hope. A dead, dry landscape doesn’t support life and offers humans nothing – except the drama of exposed soil. A green landscape can feed and shelter us, give us respite from the weather and blesses us with beauty. In most parts of the world, planting trees is the way to overcome environmental degradation. We have to plant…

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STOP ECOCIDE: CHANGE THE LAW -guest post

April 26, 2019

https://rosher.net/2019/04/26/stopecocide-change-the-law/stopecocide1https://www.stopecocide.earth/

Libra Full Moon Equinox 2019!

March 20, 2019
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face of rainbow trout by Mike Savlen

https://helgaleena.wordpress.com/2017/03/13/march-vernal-equinox-2017/

Wow.   According to the astrologers I follow,  we are being delivered to ourselves in brand new packaging with brand new paths ahead.    Spring floods are very bad in Nebraska.  I remember springs like that near here, where the ditches were suddenly full of carp.  Luckily the Grove had no basement, being moved to the top of a hill.

In the Four Lakes, it is time for the Muskies to spawn in tiny streams as they have for ages, huge five foot long fish at our feet on the foot bridge near the zoo.

Since it’s a full moon, it is time for celebrants and ceremony.  Spring cleaning leads to giveaways.  Problems that float to the surface, that the melting snow reveals, can now be faced.  Pledge and praise and sing because the new season is here, even if it may not show anywhere but in our hearts.

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https://helgaleena.wordpress.com/2018/03/01/spring-cleaning-yoga-2/

 

https://earthfirstjournal.org/newswire/2019/03/18/worldwide-over-a-million-students-left-school-friday-to-demand-action-on-climate-change/new-zealand

Stand out from the crowd: Nimue Brown guest post

February 27, 2019

  As a Druid whose first instinct is to be a supporter and cheerleader of the ongoing whatevers, I am accepting this insight from Nimue Brown as a life challenge.

Druid Life

Standing out from the crowd is on Molly Scott Cato’s list of things to do to resist fascism. I think this is a particularly interesting one for Pagans. For a person who feels afraid, blending in and not drawing attention is a very natural approach to take. To make yourself visible can feel, in hostile environments, like making yourself into a target. However, if we all try to protect ourselves by conforming, what we get is an even narrower range of safe ways of being, ever more pressure to conform and ever more vulnerability for the people who can’t.

Fascism doesn’t like diversity. It doesn’t like there being many different faiths and philosophies, and ways of living and being. Diversity makes people harder to control. It’s worth noting that tyranny generally doesn’t like diversity – you only have to think of the clothing restrictions in Maoist China. Tyranny loves…

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Poetry for healing

February 19, 2019

beautiful truth.

Druid Life

Many people turn to poetry for catharsis. While that doesn’t always lead to poems that are meaningful to anyone else, it definitely does work as a cathartic process. Part of this is simply being able to vent. Part of it, however, has everything to do with how you can use language when writing poetry.

The English language doesn’t have a lot of words for describing emotions. To talk about emotions in any detail, we are obliged to say what they are like, or to demonstrate how they play out by using metaphors. If I tell you I am suffering from depression, that will give you a limited idea of what I’m going through. If I tell you that my body is full of lead, and my heart has become a stone, that I am walking through a blasted wasteland where nothing lives or grows and desperately trying to find a…

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The Weather and the Wall

February 9, 2019

Longreads

Will Meyer | Longreads | January 2019 | 15 minutes (4,073 words)

“At the museum steps
Didn’t we establish
That all this blood is not a dream
This is progress
And we are not that high
We could almost be redeemed”

 — unreleased song by The Lentils

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For years, changes in butterfly populations and migrations have been considered an “early warning indicator” of global warming. In 2006, a British butterfly specialist told The New Yorker’s Elizabeth Kolbert that of 10 species living in Southern England at the time, “Every single one has moved northward since 1982.”

Now, several years and many missed early warning indicators later, the National Butterfly Center in Mission, Texas, has received a letter from Customs and Border Protection announcing the government’s intent to build a border wall through critical habitat for 240 species of butterflies and 300 types of birds. The letter explains…

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imbolc blessing from @ADFDruidry

February 5, 2019

Earth Mother,

Spirits of Inspiration,

Ancestors,

Nature Spirits,

Shining Ones,

Let me be creative;

Let fertility of mind, Body, And spirit

Be like a cornucopia

Where all good things come

From me And to me.

Let fertility nourish my Way.

And let bounty be my gift.

So Be It.

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https://twitter.com/adfdruidry/status/1092800264799703042/photo/1

 

(also happy Lunar New Year of the Pig)

guest re-post: Herman Hesse on trees

February 3, 2019

Herman Hesse on trees  

When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

~ Hermann Hesse

via Philip Carr-Gomm

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