#september
#Misty day… #instatravel #instapoland #poland #polska #travelsoul #lovetravel #september #BabiaGóra #mist #ontheroad #mountain #mountainroad (w: Babia Góra National Park)
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Fresh #mountain air and #morning #coffee - #greetings from #Beskidy #coffeetime #morningcoffee #instatravel #instapoland #poland #polska #travelsoul #lovetravel #september #BabiaGóra (w: Schronisko Markowe Szczawiny)
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he’s got places to go
September 16th is the full harvest moon, those of you not living here in the Americas will also have the chance to see the lunar eclipse. Remember now is a good time to recharge the tools of your craft and release any negative vibes or energy you’ve been unable to let go of. Also don’t be afraid if parts of your life seem to be shifting out of balance right now. We are transitioning into Autumn, mercury is still in retrograde, and this means everything is in a flux. Things are not falling apart, change is simply inevitable, embrace it and you will find it’s much easier to control the outcome once everything finally settles down again
When he had slowly gathered his wits about him, Algy turned around and noticed that in his absence his assistants had installed a smart new deer fence, no doubt in an effort to keep the iconic and “Romantic” Highland cows and red deer - which the tourists so much loved to photograph - from Romantically devouring and trampling their garden…
Hopping up onto the top of one of the tall wooden posts, Algy gazed out to the north-west, in the direction where he should have been able to see the beautiful Sea of the Hebrides and the Small Isles…
But there was nothing; just nothing at all beyond the faint, grey hills which surrounded his home.
Algy wasn’t surprised. It was early autumn on the wild west coast of the Scottish Highlands, and instead of those golden colours and crisp, fresh days which so many of his friends seemed to celebrate at this time of year, the dense Scotch mist driving in from the Atlantic Ocean had washed out the landscape with “a smoky smirr o rain”:
A misty mornin’ doon the shore wi a hushed an’ caller air,
an’ ne’er a breath frae East or West tie sway the rashes there,
a sweet, sweet scent frae Laggan’s birks gaed breathin’ on its ane,
their branches hingin beaded in the smoky smirr o rain.The hills aroond war silent wi the mist alang the braes.
The woods war derk an’ quiet wi dewy, glintin’ sprays.
The thrushes didna raise for me, as I gaed by alane,
but a wee, wae cheep at passin’ in the smoky smirr o rain.Rock an’ stane lay glisterin’ on aa the heichs abune.
Cool an’ kind an’ whisperin’ it drifted gently doon,
till hill an’ howe war rowed in it, an’ land an’ sea war gane.
Aa was still an’ saft an’ silent in the smoky smirr o rain.
[Algy is quoting the poem The Smoky Smirr o Rain by the 20th century Scottish poet George Campbell Hay, who wrote in all three of the languages used in Scotland: Scots (as in this poem), Gaelic, and English.]
For the benefit of those who find the Scots words difficult to understand, Algy has made his own rough and literal translation, without any attempt at rhyming:
A misty morning down at the shore with a hushed and refreshing air,
And never a breath from East or West to sway the rushes there,
A sweet, sweet scent from Laggan’s birches was exhaled on its own,
Their branches draped with beads in the misty drizzle of rain.
The hills around were silent with the mist along the brows.
The woods were dark and quiet with dewy, glinting twigs.
The thrushes raised no alarm for me, as I went by alone,
Except for a tiny mournful cheep at my passing in the misty drizzle of rain.
Rock and stone lay glistening on all the heights above,
Cool and kind (?) and whispering it drifted gently down
Till hill and hollow were wrapped in it and land and sea were gone.
All was still and soft and silent in the misty drizzle of rain.
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Kate Moss wearing a hat by Philip Treacy for Rifat Ozbek in Harper’s Bazaar, september 1992. Photographed by Patrick Demarchelier.
september mood: warm crusty bread baked from scratch, oxford shoes and cable-knit sweaters, fluttering eyelashes and glossy dusk-pink lips, wooden buttons on wool coats, lily of the valley and violet perfumes, and watching vintage horror movies on a stormy night.
Consider this for ModernAU: MBJ waking up and wearing sqh’s shirt by accident cause he’s still too asleep for his brain to function.
I’ve been wanting to post this since last year asajrjkaha
Happy Moshunday, everyone!
Mabon Prayer
We thank you Oh Gods for the abundance of which we have received on this harvest. We are grateful for the lives and relationships that have positively and warmly affected our life this year. We ask that as we journey into the darkness, your light will continue to shine in our lives. When the darkness and cold surround our bodies, we ask that your guidance and love bring warmth to our souls. We thank the earth, wind, and spirits for the bringing of the seasons as we embrace Autumn. In your names we say this prayer. Thank you.
-Bea R-W. O.R.D.M. (witchfulmarigold)
Non- Secular Meditation
For the abundance which we have received this harvest, we are thankful. We are grateful for the lives and relationships that have positively and warmly affected our life this year. As we journey into the darkness, may we find light. As the cold and darkness surround our bodies, may we find love and warmth. We thank the earth, wind, and spirits for the bringing of the seasons as we embrace Autumn. Thank you.
-Bea R-W. O.R.D.M. (witchfulmarigold)
Mabon Blessing:
Blessed are those who crunch leaves underfoot and sing songs,
who laugh loud and warmly embrace,
who smile at the moon and laugh with the Sun.
Blessed are those who harvest our food, may they be eternally fed.
Blessed are those whom we love, may the light of our love fulfill their souls
And to those who love us, may their love be justly rewarded.
Blessed are those who are thankful, we bless their gratitude with warmth and light as we head into the darkness.
Finally, blessed are you who feels the pulse of our earth, hear the cries of the wind, and move through the year with each season, gathering its power as it comes. May this Mabon bring you the blessings and gratitude that you wish for yourself, and others.
-Bea R-W. O.R.D.M. (witchfulmarigold)
mabon prayer/meditation here :)
What is it?
It’s a Pagan holiday celebrating and giving thanks to earth. (AKA sorta basically the pagan’s version of American Thanksgiving without all the genocide and football.) Also recognizing that the Light will be fading soon and the Dark half of the year will be starting.
When is it this year?
Saturday September 22nd 2018
How do I celebrate?
Well you can celebrate anyway you like. There are some main components here:
Giving Thanks
Being around people you love
Appreciating all that you have
Food :)
I generally celebrate by hanging out with friends, making a big dinner, and being outside if at all possible.
Here is a list of things you could do:
Apple Picking
Go to a local farmers market, purchase (if you can) locally grown food to celebrate the harvest and end of growing season. ((grocery stores are fine too!))
Cook a meal with lots of veggies. THEY ARE GOOD FOR YOU! EAT THEM. :D
Make apple dumplings or any sweet fall tasting treats.
Craft! Make a collage of your favorite fall things. Draw a leaf. idk. Do something that makes you happy.
Call a friend and thank them for something they have done for you. or just talk.
Go for a walk. Smile like a loon at nature. She’ll appreciate it.
They’re back!!!!
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#fall #autumn #september #october #pumpkin #pumpkinspice #autumnvibes #spooky #fallvibes #beer #craftbeer #localbeer #lakeofbays #pumpkinale #talesfromthepatch #bigrigbrewery #vanillaporter #millst #pecanpiestout #doubletrouble #pecanpie #localbrewery #sunflower #basicbitch #seasonalbeer #stout #porter #pumpkineverything #lcbo #spookyseason @lb_brewing @bigrigbrewery @millstreetbrew @doubletroublebrewing (at Cambridge, Ontario)
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