Tuesday – is associated with Mars
Candle colors – Red or Orange
Magickal Work for Tuesday – Taking Action, Crossing, Uncrossing work, Aggression, Cut & Clear work, Law Stay Away, All Battles
–Old Style Conjure Wisdoms, Workings and Remedies
Starr Casas
Yes, it’s true, there’s a wild story behind the god who lends his name to Tuesday. Tiw’s remarkable myth involves women with beards (more on that in a bit). Regardless, the past 1,000 years or so have not been kind to this Northern European divinity.
Who is Tuesday named for?
To make a long story short, it seems that Tiw used to be a big shot, up there with Odin and Thor in Norse mythology. He may even have been chief of the gods. But culture can be fickle and cruel. Nowadays it’s not clear who he was exactly, or how to pronounce his name. We just have hints. There’s a lot to like about Tiw: He’s a war god, associated with courage and combat. He may have had a female companion named Zisa. And listen to how he lost his hand: There was a huge wolf named Fenris who was prophesized to eventually kill Odin, king of the gods. Understandably, the gods decided to restrain the beast while he was still growing. Fenris kept breaking his tethers, so the gods asked the dwarves to use their magic to craft a super leash called Gleipnir.
There are also bearded women: “It was made of six things: the noise a cat makes in foot-fall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a rock, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird. And though thou understand not these matters already, yet now thou mayest speedily find certain proof herein, that no lie is told thee: thou must have seen that a woman has no beard, and no sound comes from the leap of a cat, and there are no roots under a rock.” (From the Prose Edda.)
Fenris wouldn’t let the Gods bind him with Gleipnir unless one of them stuck his or her hand in the wolf’s mouth. Only Tiw was brave enough to do it. Snap! That’s how Tiw lost his hand. But at least the poor guy still has the day between Monday and Wednesday.
Tuesday April 30, 2019: 120th day of the year. There are then 245 days left in 2019.
18th Tuesday of 2019.
18th week of 2019 (using US standard week number calculation).
42nd day of Spring. There are 53 days left till Summer.
Birthstone for this day: Diamond and Crystal
Today’s Zodiac Sign
Zodiac Taurus
Today’s Holidays & Popular Observances – US
International Jazz Day
Today’s Popular Holidays & Observances Worldwide
International Jazz Day
King’s Birthday (Konungens födelsedag) – Sweden
National Children’s Day (Dia del Niño (México)) – Mexico
Russian State Fire Service Day (День России Государственной противопожарной службы) – Russia
Walburg’s Eve (Walpurgisnacht) – Austria
Walpurgis Night
Teacher’s Day (Día del Maestro) – Paraguay
I know it is not Beltane yet, but I ran across this beautiful little poem. I believe it expresses the true meaning of this special time of year and wanted to share it with you on this Beltane Eve.
A woman stands, Alone in the woods, Awaiting her fate once more, Returning to her place in the cycle of life.
What is that? A rustling in the forest, Closer and closer the noice creeps, Is this the one to seal her destiny?
Now he stands before her, Clad in nothing but the sky, Grown to full manhood, and awaiting, Her.
Their eyes met, Locked in a familiar gaze, Have they been here before, Shall they dance this dance again?
No words were spoken as they met, Quietly they drew close together, And trembling with anticipation, They were united again once more.
He touched her face carefully, She seemed so familiar to him, As if he had always been a part of her, As if they completed a whole.
Beneath the hallowing moonlights glow, They danced the dance of ages, They met, and loved, and joined as one, Completing the holy union.
As they lay their after, A new cycle had already begun, She lay now holding his child, And he lay forseeing his death.
They would come apart again, And meet together once more. For it is the cycle of everything, As goes the Beltane Lore
—Lady Amhranai (2002)
Red leaves are carried in the salt west wind
And turn to brown on dry soil.
The sun is bright still, but not warm
On the last rich gold of scattered fall.
The great wheel turns, another year
Old, bright gold with death.
Bare branches now, the Old Lord’s limbs,
Chill wind the Old Lord’s breath.
Like dancing leaves on sleeping branches
The dark tide of memory is stirred.
The deepest thought-flame now is kindled,
Consuming, the fire in ancient words.
Samhain, the thin veil opens, fingers
Reaching through the blackness deep.
Through the grey cloud wisps, old voices
Shapes, shifting, slowly creep.
Mab’s red-eyed dogs, howling, wander
Through the fields as soil grows hard
Searching for uncounted jewels
The Fairy Queen’s forgotten shards
The last red morsels, undevoured
Returned to Her who granted birth
Mab’s womb, given up its children,
Shrivels, cold with the hardened earth.
In meadows that the scythe has tasted
Now the Samhain fires are high
The circle dance is weaving, spinning
On graceful foot, on darkened thigh,
The spiral dance is downward twisted,
The Horned One’s chant, the Welcome Home–
“Home” is on the north wind whispered,
The Swordless Death Lord takes his throne.
And to Mab, the Horned One’s sister,
Whose loins have yielded up their spark,
“Follow” now the north wind whispers,
Mab, Death Queen, the Timeless Dark.
And in the barren, fruitless meadow,
Dancing ’round the Samhain fire,
Her face a flower, her eyes a-tremble,
A young maid spins the ancient spire.
Chanting home the swordless Horned One,
Like a doe, she leaps the flame.
In cold Autumn’s death, a new beginning,
In Mab’s cold womb, life starts again.
Blessed Be.
–Kenny Klein, Author
Published on Pagan Library
“The leaves are budding across the land
on the ash and oak and hawthorn trees.
Magic rises around us in the forest
and the hedges are filled with laughter and love.
Dear lady, we offer you a gift,
a gathering of flowers picked by our hands,
woven into the circle of endless life.
The bright colors of nature herself
blend together to honor you,
Queen of spring,
as we give you honor this day.
Spring is here and the land is fertile,
ready to offer up gifts in your name.
we pay you tribute, our lady,
daughter of the Fae,
and ask your blessing this Beltane.”
– Beltane Prayers
May the Samhain bring you a bountiful harvest for whatever you sowed in the spring.
May your visit with your lived ones in the Summerlands bring you happiness and peace.
Blessed and happy Samhain btothers and sisters.
Witches Of The Craft® 
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