Tuesday, 23 January 2024

Tuesday

 

The English name is derived from Middle English Tewesday, from Old English Tiwesdæg meaning "Tīw's Day", the day of Tiw or Týr, the god of single combat, law, and justice in Norse mythology

Tiw was equated with Mars in the interpretatio germanica, and the name of the day is a translation of Latin dies Martis.


This was named after the Nordic god Tyr. Tyr was the God of War, like the Roman war god Mars, and Greek god Ares. In Latin, Tuesday is called Martis dies which means "Mars's Day".


Mars is a god of war, and so is the Nordic god 'Tyr' or 'Tír'. It is Týr who has given his name to Tuesday. In Norse mythology, Týr is one of the Aesir. He is primarily known as the god of justice and war, but is also described as wise and brave.


Become "day of the waters" in the Old Testament, chosen by the Lord to split the waters from land, "day when the Earth was made", Tuesday, blessed in this way, was charged with countless therapeutically values.



On Tuesday morning of Holy Week (the week of Palm Sunday through Resurrection Sunday), Jesus and his disciples returned to Jerusalem. They passed the withered fig tree on their way (which he had cursed on Monday, a sign for unbelieving religioud leaders), and Jesus spoke to his companions about the importance of faith


On Holy Tuesday, some observe Christ's predictions of his own death, as described in John 12:20–36 and John 13:21–38. (In the Tridentine Mass the Passion according to St. Mark is read instead.)


Holy Tuesday follows Christ's return to Jerusalem from Bethany, not to be confused with his triumphant return to Jerusalem on Palm Sunday after being tested in the desert. After Palm Sunday Jesus goes to Bethany, and on Tuesday he returns to Jerusalem, to go onwards to the Mount of Olives.
















 

What is now proved was once only imagined.


January 25 2024 - Wolf Moon

Wolf Moon

Said to be so named for the wolf's hungry howling during mid-winter nights.




It’s thought that January’s full Moon came to be known as the Wolf Moon because wolves were more likely to be heard howling at this time. It was traditionally believed that wolves howled due to hunger during winter, but we know today that isn’t accurate.

Howling and other wolf vocalizations are heard in the wintertime to locate pack members, reinforce social bonds, define territory, and coordinate hunting.


Another fitting name for this full Moon is the Center Moon. Used by the Assiniboine people of the Northern Great Plains, it refers to the idea that this Moon roughly marks the middle of the cold season.

Other traditional names for the January Moon emphasize the harsh coldness of the season: Cold Moon (Cree), Frost Exploding Moon (Cree), Freeze Up Moon (Algonquin), and Severe Moon (Dakota). Hard Moon (Dakota) highlights the phenomenon of the fallen snow developing a hard crust.

Canada Goose Moon (Tlingit), Great Moon (Cree), Greetings Moon (Western Abenaki), and Spirit Moon (Ojibwe) have also been recorded as Moon names for this month.



Hungry Like the Wolf - Song by Duran Duran


Darken the city, night is a wireSteam in the subway, earth is afire Woman, you want me, give me a signAnd catch my breathing even closer behind 
In touch with the groundI'm on the hunt, I'm after youSmell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowdAnd I'm hungry like the wolfStraddle the line in discord and rhymeI'm on the hunt, I'm after youMouth is alive, with juices like wineAnd I'm hungry like the wolf
Stalked in the forest, too close to hideI'll be upon you by the moonlight side High blood drumming on your skin, it's so tightYou feel my heat, I'm just a moment behind 
In touch with the groundI'm on the hunt I'm after youA scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm foundAnd I'm hungry like the wolfStrut on a line, it's discord and rhymeI howl and I whine, I'm after youMouth is alive, all running insideAnd I'm hungry like the wolf
Hungry like the wolf
Burning the ground, I break from the crowdI'm on the hunt, I'm after you


**** ******* White bird featherless ********

Flew from Paradise

Perched upon the castle wall;


Up came Lord John landless,

Took it up handless

And rode away horseless

 to the King's white hall







White bird featherless

 


White bird featherless
Flew from Paradise,
Perched upon the castle wall;
Up came Lord John landless,
Took it up handless,
And rode away horseless to the King's white hall


There came a bird featherless
sat on the trees leafless
There came a maiden speechless
And ate the bird featherless
From off the tree leafless.


It flew on wings without feathers;
sat in a tree without leaves;
a person came without hands;
set it in motion without feet;
roasted it without fire;
consumed it without a mouth.



The bird flew featherless,
set itself on a wall legless;
then came a handless person,
and shot the bird bowless



Monday, 15 January 2024

Blue Monday - January 15 2024

 


Blue Monday is a day marked out every year according to an equation as apparently the most depressing day of the year. 

It falls on the third Monday of January every year, 

 in 2024  it falls on January 15






Blue Monday - Song by New Order

 


How does it feelTo treat me like you do?When you've laid your hands upon meAnd told me who you are
I thought I was mistakenI thought I heard your wordsTell me how do I feelTell me now, how do I feel
Those who came before meLived through their vocationsFrom the past until completionThey'll turn away no more
I still find it so hardTo say what I need to sayBut I'm quite sure that you'll tell meJust how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harborI can and shall obeyBut if it wasn't for your misfortuneI'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistakenAnd I thought I heard you speakTell me, how do I feelTell me now, how should I feelNow I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave meWhile I walk down to the beachTell me how does it feelWhen your heart grows cold, grows cold...



Wednesday, 10 January 2024

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

 
























 

'Clearer and nearer still,' cried the Rat joyously. 'Now you must surely hear it! Ah— at last— I see you do!'
Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade's cheeks, and bowed his head and understood.


'This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,' whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. 'Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!'

Then suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe fall upon him, an awe that turned his muscles to water, bowed his head, and rooted his feet to the ground. It was no panic terror— indeed he felt wonderfully at peace and happy— but it was an awe that smote and held him and, without seeing, he knew it could only mean that some august Presence was very, very near. With difficulty he turned to look for his friend. and saw him at his side cowed, stricken, and trembling violently. And still there was utter silence in the populous bird-haunted branches around them; and still the light grew and grew.

Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. 

Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. 

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.


'Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. 'Are you afraid?'

'Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. 'Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet— and yet— O, Mole, I am afraid!'

Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.

Sudden and magnificent, the sun's broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them. When they were able to look once more, the Vision had vanished, and the air was full of the carol of birds that hailed the dawn.

As they stared blankly. in dumb misery deepening as they slowly realised all they had seen and all they had lost, a capricious little breeze, dancing up from the surface of the water, tossed the aspens, shook the dewy roses and blew lightly and caressingly in their faces; and with its soft touch came instant oblivion. For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi- god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and lighthearted as before.



stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, and can re-capture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty of it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties;




Wednesday, 3 January 2024

January

 












January

 

January

Janus am I; oldest of potentates; 
Forward I look, and backward, and below 
I count, as god of avenues and gates, 
The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.

The Poets Calendar

 

 January

Janus am I; oldest of potentates; 
Forward I look, and backward, and below 
I count, as god of avenues and gates, 
The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.
February I am lustration, and the sea is mine! I wash the sands and headlands with my tide; My brow is crowned with branches of the pine; Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide.
By me all things unclean are purified, By me the souls of men washed white again; E'en the unlovely tombs of those who died Without a dirge, I cleanse from every stain.
March I Martius am! Once first, and now the third! To lead the Year was my appointed place; A mortal dispossessed me by a word, And set there Janus with the double face.
Hence I make war on all the human race; I shake the cities with my hurricanes; I flood the rivers and their banks efface, And drown the farms and hamlets with my rains.
April I open wide the portals of the Spring To welcome the procession of the flowers, With their gay banners, and the birds that sing Their song of songs from their aerial towers.
I soften with my sunshine and my showers The heart of earth; with thoughts of love I glide Into the hearts of men; and with the Hours Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride.
May Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas; I waft o'er all the land from far away The breath and bloom of the Hesperides, My birthplace.
I am Maia.
I am May.
June Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine, The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights; The mower's scythe makes music to my ear; I am the mother of all dear delights; I am the fairest daughter of the year.
July My emblem is the Lion, and I breathe The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land; My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe, And bent before me the pale harvests stand.
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command, And there is thirst and fever in the air; The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand; I am the Emperor whose name I bear.
August The Emperor Octavian, called the August, I being his favorite, bestowed his name Upon me, and I hold it still in trust, In memory of him and of his fame.
I am the Virgin, and my vestal flame Burns less intensely than the Lion's rage; Sheaves are my only garlands, and I claim The golden Harvests as my heritage.
September I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise The night and day; and whenunto my lips I put my trumpet, with its stress and noise Fly the white clouds like tattered sails of ships; The tree-tops lash the air with sounding whips; Southward the clamorous sea-fowl wing their flight; The hedges are all red with haws and hips, The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night.
October My ornaments are fruits; my garments leaves, Woven like cloth of gold, and crimson dyed; I do no boast the harvesting of sheaves, O'er orchards and o'er vineyards I preside.
Though on the frigid Scorpion I ride, The dreamy air is full, and overflows With tender memories of the summer-tide, And mingled voices of the doves and crows.
November The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I, Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace; With sounding hoofs across the earth I fly, A steed Thessalian with a human face.
Sharp winds the arrows are with which I chase The leaves, half dead already with affright; I shroud myself in gloom; and to the race Of mortals bring nor comfort nor delight.
December Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair, I come, the last of all.
This crown of mine Is of the holly; in my hand I bear The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine.
I celebrate the birth of the Divine, And the return of the Saturnian reign;-- My songs are carols sung at every shrine, Proclaiming "Peace on earth, good will to men.
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January was named for the Roman god Janus, known as the protector of gates and doorways, who symbolize beginnings and endings

Janus is depicted with two faces, one looking into the past, the other with the ability to see into the future.









January

 

Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness


I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks


JANUARY,
The first month of the year,
A perfect time to start all over again,
Changing energies and deserting old moods,
New beginnings, new attitudes


December is letting go,
Of all the past year's fails,
And starting anew in January,
As time again chases its tail.


. In January a man crawls into a cave of hopelessness; he hallucinates sympathies catching fire. Letters are glaciers, null frigates, trapping us where we are in the moment, unable to carry us on toward truth


Dickensian poverty tends to occur after Christmas in January. For it is then, with pockets empty, diary decimated and larder bare, that the general populace sinks into a collective pauper's hibernation until Valentine's Day


Find salvation after Christmas?

So save up your kisses,
Dampen down your ardour,
And maybe we can smooch,
In January's restocked larder




January

 


HAIL, January, that bearest here
On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year
That weeps and trembles to be born.
Hail, maid and mother, strong and bright,
Hooded and cloaked and shod with white,
Whose eyes are stars that match the morn.
Thy forehead braves the storm's bent bow,
Thy feet enkindle stars of snow.


Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

January

Janus am I; oldest of potentates; 
Forward I look, and backward, and below 
I count, as god of avenues and gates, 
The years that through my portals come and go.
I block the roads, and drift the fields with snow; I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.


For January I give you vests of skins,
And mighty fires in hall, and torches lit;
Chambers and happy beds with all things fit;
Smooth silken sheets, rough furry counterpanes;
And sweetmeats baked; and one that deftly spins
Warm arras; and Douay cloth, and store of it;
And on this merry manner still to twit
The wind, when most his mastery the wind wins.
Or issuing forth at seasons in the day,
Ye’ll fling soft handfuls of the fair white snow
Among the damsels standing round, in play:
And when you all are tired and all aglow,
Indoors again the court shall hold its sway,
And the free Fellowship continue so.



 

Fresh starts thanks to the calendar they happen every year

 just set your watch to January, our reward for surviving the holiday season is a new year. Bringing on the great tradition of new years resolutions, put your past behind you and start over.

 It’s hard to resist the chance of a new beginning, a chance to put the problems of last year to bed. 

Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins?

 It’s not a day on a calendar, not a birthday, it’s not a new year, it’s an event— big or small, something that changes us, ideally it gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, letting go of old habits, old memories. 

What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning, 

but it's also important to remember that amid all the crap are a few things really worth holding on to.


January Wolf Month

 


the Saxon term Wulf-monath 

meaning "Wolf Month" 


Thursday January 25th 2024 is The Wolf Moon 














January

 

January is the first month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars. Its length is 31 days. The first day of the month is known as New Year's Day. It is, on average, the coldest month of the year within most of the Northern Hemisphere (where it is the second month of winter) and the warmest month of the year within most of the Southern Hemisphere (where it is the second month of summer). In the Southern hemisphere, January is the seasonal equivalent of July in the Northern hemisphere and vice versa.

Ancient Roman observances during this month include Cervula and Juvenalia, celebrated January 1, as well as one of three Agonalia, celebrated January 9, and Carmentalia, celebrated January 11. These dates do not correspond to the modern Gregorian calendar.



Historical names for January include its original Roman designation, Ianuarius, 

the Saxon term Wulf-monath (meaning "wolf month") 

and Charlemagne's designation Wintarmanoth ("winter / cold month").


January's birthstone is the garnet, which represents constancy.

Its birth flower is the cottage pink Dianthus caryophyllusgalanthus or traditional carnation.

The zodiac signs are Capricorn (until January 19) and Aquarius (January 20 onward).


January was named for the Roman god Janus, known as the protector of gates and doorways, who symbolize beginnings and endings. Janus is depicted with two faces, one looking into the past, the other with the ability to see into the future.


Blue Monday is a day marked out every year according to an equation as apparently the most depressing day of the year. It falls on the third Monday of January every year, meaning that in 2024 (still feels weird saying that) it falls on January 16


It's a boring and bad month and there's several reasons why. Especially after December, a month jam-packed with holidays including Christmas, this can lead to feelings of sadness and depression, known simply as the “January Blues.” January is often associated with cold weather and short, dreary days.