Tuesday, September 24, 2024
Equinox Ornithomancy
Between naps, I quickly read two saucy man-on-man murder mysteries set in a magical Victorian England (the “Charm of Magpies” series, by K.J. Charles) and finished up a re-read of “The Mists of Avalon” (which says less about imagined British Paganisms and The Goddess than I’d recalled, and could be paraphrased “Morgaine and her certainty are the common factors in all her failed, betrayal-filled relationships.”)
So this Equinox there was no dancing in a magic circle, nor harping under moonlight, nor meditating while incense floated around me.
However, on the Equinox, Mark and I did go for a long walk along the Willamette River and to Delta Ponds. As we were walking along the gravel path between the two bridges on the south end of the Ponds, I looked out on a strip of water running between two marshy beds of river grass. It was a little after the sun was in its meridian. A dark egret stood on the eastern bank, facing a white heron on the western bank. The two birds facing each other put me in mind of the Middle Kingdom hieroglyph for the horizon 𓈌 , although I believe two animals back-to-back more commonly hint at it in Egyptian art. Still, it was a striking image — almost like a tableau from tarot card — that seemed to signify the Equinox. I stopped to pay better attention to it; fixing the curving the shining water between the green grasses, a shadowy neck, white wings, narrow beaks, and the symmetry between the birds in my mind.
And like the tarot, it was telling me something I already knew: the day was the day when the balance of the season would shift into shadow.
Monday, September 25, 2023
Autumnal Transitions
To misquote Oscar Wilde, summer has collapsed into autumn here in the Willamette Valley. With the Autumnal Equinox, the unseasonably warm and bright days have been washed away, at least for now, by an atmospheric river. The plants in the yard have gone from looking slightly withered to slightly faded but somehow more lush. The yellow grass is poised to regain its Pacific Northwest winter verdancy. The garden gate swings easily now that the clay in the ground has been watered and whatever shrinkage causing misaligned sidewalk and fence post has been undone. And we've had bewilderingly dim days, as if the equinox acted like a wall-outlet timer switch that tripped and turned off the sun.
On the last day of summer, The Child went off to college. We've all been fairly laid back about it. I asked him if we could take pictures of him moving into his dorm room for social media, complete with me, hand at my brow, clutching his knees, and wailing while the two of us were surrounded by moving boxes and laundry, but he declined. We did have some moments on Move-In Day where I would wobbly sing "Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away," and we would both theatrically break down into fake boo-hoo-hoos. But then we'd both start snickering.
It's not like we haven't been practicing for the last six months for this moment; he's spent a lot of time in the high school theatre rehearsing for shows or hanging out with his friends, so we really weren't seeing him much except for an hour before work and school or for a moment when he would come home for the night. During the summer, we saw him even less, and it wasn't unusual for Mark and me to be in bed for the night before he'd come home.
Even though he was essentially only sleeping here these last few months, the first twenty-four hours after he was gone, the energy of the house shifted. Now that he's gone his computer (and fan) are turned off, as is his air conditioner, which can account for some of the shift. But our small house isn't very sound-proof, and The Child is a dynamic person. I am pretty sure I was partially waking whenever he would come home, or get up in the middle of the night to eat the last of the pizza, or when he would thrash in his sleep and knock against whatever.
Mark and I are not sure what the dog thinks of this. She would trot to the front door to meet him whenever he came home. Mark thought she would be looking for him, but I haven't noticed her wandering in and out of his room or perching on the back of the davenport, forlornly sighing in a reenactment of Odysseus' faithfully waiting dog. Although she does seem more clingy. The cats seem to be more affected by the season's change.
At odd moments the last few days I've been struck by the weirdness of the shift. I'm reminded of the time long ago when I had returned to Oregon and was crashing at my folks' house. My mom said to me, "John, when you were in Minnesota and Arizona, I really didn't worry about you. But now that you're here, I want you to know that I really don't get to sleep until I hear you pull into the driveway." Mark and I are going through something similar, but for us it's in reverse and it's a freeing up of cognitive focus.
We—or rather Mark—scoured out his room, which revealed the accumulated wear of the last fifteen years. Most of the furnishings have stayed, and the plan is to turn The Child's room into a guest room / office. We'll see how this works out. Considering that Fall Term only lasts eleven weeks and he'll be back for about four weeks over the Winter Solstice, the changes we're making feel a little temporary.
I expect on that December day when she first sees him, the dog will charge at him, barking and growling as if he were an Evil Trespasser bent on perfidy, but a split second before she's about to eat him and save us from Certain Peril and Property Damage, she'll recognize him and beg for belly rubs.
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Autumnal Equinox 2020
Happy Equinox!
We've had a few relatively smoke-free days, and when I checked this morning the Air Quality Index was something like 15 -- much better than the ten days of +400 readings we had after Labor Day.
I felt so much better the other night when I stepped outside and I didn't have to worry about not wearing a particulate mask and I could see Jupiter and Saturn in the constellation of Capricorn. The miasma that had settled over this end of the valley oppressed and depressed me -- I'm sure glad that I don't have some sort of breathing problem, because by the tenth day of the smoke I was ready to just curl up and sleep forever.
I can't imagine being a crow, eagle, hawk, osprey, hummingbird, heron, wren, or other flying thing sharing the sky with the smoke; I can't imagine being a squirrel, frog, raccoon, cat, dog, rabbit, deer, sheep, cow, newt, or other small creature picking through the ash-scape; I can't imagine being a grape, cherry, apple, rosemary, hornbeam, azalea, iris, lilac, laurel, pine, oak, or other leafy thing enduring a sun-block of burnt forest and houses.
And I can't imagine why someone nearby would want to smoke a cigar right now and ruin an otherwise pleasant evening with their foul smoke. I mean, honestly.
Unfortunately, this isn't the last bad fire season we're likely to see (and I think the cigar smoker is a neighbor). Fortunately, more wind and rain from the ocean is on our way, so we're in for a respite.
On the plus side, the pair of hummingbirds who had discovered the fountain and come to bathe on top of the basalt column once or twice most mornings seem to be sticking around. Aiofe bothers the cats so much that they don't venture into the yard, so the birds are safe from them for this season. I've tried taking some photos of them as they rustle and flutter in the water, but so far I haven't managed clear shots.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
Spring Equinox Full Moon
We were distracted by dinner and video games, so we missed the full moon rising during the first evening of Spring.
Mark wisely suggested taking photos in the front driveway, which is not as netted against the sky by power and phone lines.
I fiddled around with various automatic and manual settings to get different types of shots. If the shutter speed was 1/60th of a second, I got clear lunar features, but no clouds. If it was 1/2 of a second, the clouds came through, but haze and lunar glare made the moon look like a sunset.
At some point Mark accused me of not actually looking at the moon -- I had, but he had a point, and I straightened up from hunching over the camera and stared and stared and stared.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Final Days of Winter
Thursday, September 24, 2015
The Child was supremely Not Interested in some "stupid birds," and I felt like I was dragging him to Church or something. I was a little sad, actually, because even if he does believe in dark side of the Force, he doesn't believe in the everyday wonder of a flock's internal calendar. It's possible he was focused on getting a Halloween costume.
When we pulled into the Agate Hall parking lot about 7:10 (twenty minutes after sunset), we found the place filled with disappointed bird watchers. The swifts hadn't come for their Equinox roosting.
"Doesn't look good," a man said as he leaned against the hood of his car. "Even the falcon didn't show up, so he must know something." Normally, by this time a swirling funnel of swifts would be clicking and chirping in the sky.
Mark got out and blew soap bubbles for some kids. The Child stayed in the car, dressed in a newly purchased phantom costume and looking at movies on his mobile device.
I looked at the chimney for the peregrine falcon, but it wasn't in evidence. The only thing in the sky was a scattering of clouds and a waxing crescent moon. It felt like looking at a deserted temple ruin.
We got back in the car and drove home, concocting conspiracy theories to explain the missing flock: the dry summer meant no bugs for the swifts to eat; it was the Pope's visit; the U of O had secretly capped the chimney to keep the swifts from pooping on football players' uniforms; it was Xi Jinping's visit; it was sunspot activity; it was....
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
September 2015 Equinox
Writing: Finished up a critique. Managed to have tea ready and was writing/editing Tuesday morning at 6:40-ish. Managed to keep working until about 7:05. I sort of hoped to have the short story ready for tonight's Wordos session, but between not having paper (where the heck did those extra reams go?) and needing to go into the gym this afternoon, I think that's not going to happen.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Autumnal Musings
Project: Uh? Project? Blaming an emergency at work for cutting into afternoon writing ...
Workout: 150 calories in 12 minutes. Plus weight-clinking with some increased reps. (I lost momentum skipping Monday's workout)
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Conclusions from Hutton's "Pagan Britian"
The final pages of the book argue for a subjective, both-and interpretation of the history of Paganism in Britain. That is to say, as long as the record specifically does not disprove a particular interpretation (and he would argue, for example, that the record disproves the construction of Stonehenge by extraterrestrials), our historical knowledge, imagination, and wonder are better served by allowing individuals the ability to choose which interpretive narrative of the archeological record appeals to them the most, as long as they recognize that their historical narrative is one of several, equally plausible (though not necessarily equally probable) historical narratives.
What makes the writings of Hutton attractive to me is that when I first took the NeoPagan path in the mid 1980's, one of the drawing features was that its adherents had chosen it as a religion instead of blindly following it by default. "We choose our religion / We question or beliefs" was a kind of rallying cry. Maybe this was a function of choosing the NeoPagan path at Reed College. Reading a scholarly history of (Neo)Paganism helps me to make informed choices about spiritual practices. (And I also think some of the more recent historical roots of modern NeoPagan practice is hysterically funny.)
So, Pagan Britain allows NeoPagans to say "We choose our histories. We question our past." Which I guess is enlightened, but not quite as satisfying as "Hah! You're doing it wrong!" and I'll have to get used to asking "What historical interpretation of the archeological record do you use as a basis of today's ritual?" (Sigh, I can see the appeal of Christianity, with a religious elite handing down articles of faith...)
How to apply the model of the Qedeshim and map sacred sex within a temple onto modern religious practices is something I've yet to work out ("Hi, I have public ritual sex in a temple with another man in order to invite the blessings of the gods and insure a fruitful harvest" ? ), and Pagan Britain doesn't supply any hints for applying paleolithic, ancient, or classical models of spirituality to modern times. And recalling some of the attempts to reconstruct a gay male pagan heritage I've read, maybe that's a good thing.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Fall 2011 Equinox Coast
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Happy Spring 2011 Equinox!
Today, it's time for the Mackintosh-esque Rose. Our rose is a little less geometrical. I can't decide if I like the red glass in the petals or the green glass in the stem more. The rose will stay up until the Summer Solstice, at which point it will be replaced by the Mermaid.
We might still have snow, though; last year it fell in April.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Solar Dates for 2011 (Kind Of)
Spring Equinox 3/20/2011 23:21:00
Spring Ides 5/6/2011 8:18:30
Summer Solstice 6/21/2011 17:16:00
Summer Ides 8/7/2011 13:10:30
Fall Equinox 9/23/2011 9:05:00
It turns out the Ides dates are not as exact as the Solstice and Equinox dates. I'm guessing that since the Earth moves in an ellipse, taking an average between two dates does not jive with the sun's apparent position in the sky.
Technically, the Ides should be when the meridian sun is at a height of 44.06 (Eugene's latitude) plus or minus 11°43' (half the distance in degrees between a solstice and an equinox). Going back to http://aa.usno.navy.mil/data/docs/AltAz.php plugging in the date 5/6/2011 for Eugene, the computed table says that when the sun is near the azimuth of 180, it's altitude is ... 62.6 (higher than the mid-point, 55.-uh-75, by about seven degrees). Fiddling with dates, around April 20, 2011, the sun will pass through 55.6 at noon. (April 21, it overshoots slightly.)
Oh well; so much for using The Gregorian Calendar to calculate solar events.
On a completely different topic, I looked in the mirror this morning and there's no denying it: my current hair arrangement makes me look like the Thunderbird Mail icon. I think it's time for a trim.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Reving Up for Christmas Lunar Eclipse 2010
I folded blue construction paper into quarters. I used a ruler to find the center of the quartered paper, and then used a compass to figure out where to cut a circle out of the paper and some circular slits. Then I got out a white piece of construction paper and cut out a white disk. I colored part of the white disk black and fit it into the slits in the blue paper. I cut an arc-shape out of the blue paper so I could write legends on the white paper disk.
Viola! Instant move the disk and see when the eclipse takes place (in universal time). I moved the white disk through the eclipse cycle and wrote the time of the beginning, total and end of the eclipse in the arc-shaped window.
I showed Mark.
Me (holding up eclipse dial holiday card): "See?!" (moves white disk)
Mark (mixing pie crust dough): "Hmmm. It looks geometric - it needs to look festive."
Thank goodness for reindeer punches!
Me (two white paper reindeer leaping over the moon window later): "See?!" (moving the disk to the full eclipse position)
Mark (cleaning pots and pans): "That's more festive, but you're going to have to include an instruction manual with that card or no one is going to get it."
Me: "But. But... (points) I put little arrows around the rim of the dial..."
Mark: "I thought were were just going to send pictures this year because you didn't want to do craft project cards."
John: "Well. Yeah... I was thinking of that when I was using a craft knife to make all those little slits... which is why there aren't too many...."
Mark: "See; why don't you make a few for the folks you know will like them?"
Me: "But it's the eclipse!"
Sigh. Maybe I can just print out a link to NASA's Eclipse Web Page.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Happy Equnox 2010
This photo was taken at the coast a while back. Stone circles with driftwood gnomons are the kinds of beach sculptures I like to create. Since this stick really isn't straight up and down and the ground isn't level, this sculpture really doesn't tell time per se -- although it could be used to guestimate how long we'd been at the beach (15 degrees is one hour). If we had stayed long enough, I would have continued the path shown by the three stones into a much longer eliptical path.
For me personally, the autumnal equinox is the time of ending projects and distribution. Hmm. I think I have a few loose ends that need ending.