The Cairo Calendar is a 19th Dynasty Egyptian almanac and horoscope calendar that lists feasts, mythological events, favorable or adverse days, forecasts, and warnings. It includes over 40 references to the “going forth” of deities. According to researcher Patricia Hardy, dates of the “going forth” coincide with astronomical events, the movements of stars and constellations. The Cairo Calendar is actually a form of Ancient Egyptian celestial divination; yet another demonstration of Heku.
The Cairo Calendar shows that this date, October 12th, is favorable and reflects the “going forth of Thoth in order to judge in the presence of Re.” This date also marks the rising of the star Alphekka which is in the Coronae Borealis Constellation. The circlet of stars in this constellation represent a crown and the brightest star in this crown is Alphekka.
The following Hymn to Thoth was written by Horemheb the last Pharaoh of the 19th…
Persephone officially has her own large space! Little Maxwell and I spent a good part of the day setting it up and building it. 🙂 What do you think? Or wee bun send to really love it, if I can judge by the binkies and happy hops! We were able to put more enrichment items in the space now that we didn’t have to worry about crowding it as much. 🙂
I ultimately ended up taking the white top off of the inner cage and adding a hanging water bottle instead of just a dish. She has two hidey holes. One inside the inner cage made of woven grass and a cardboard tunnel next to it outside of the inner cage. Taking the top off ultimately just made it easier to get her litter tray out since it’s not a pull-out tray. I actually use a small flat tray inside of the cage that I then line with a sanitary pad to soak up the urine. You can kind of see where her pellet poops are in the upper left of the first picture. XD
Oh Most High Father, Earth’s grace, Lord of All, your son cries your name in lamentation.
Great is my shame, as sharp as the blade I sheath within the flesh of the Great Worm. Large have been my boastings, my wrongs, and my iniquities. Equally as sizable is the wound that lay within my breast, stinking and festering to the Heavens. Heavy is the weight of my burden as this hour grows late.
Your forgiveness is a balm but the cut of anguish pricks me still. I guard the Sun Barque by night when I wish nothing but to bask in the light of her that is the day.
Golden is she, that goddess of my heart. Monumental has been my grief ever since our story began. But my sister remains and ever will be the heart and soul of our brother, Asar. One half of the whole that they share. Perhaps it was destiny that my sister wife, her twin, should come to despise me so. For how much more monstrous would be my lot if her image continued to be forced to my side? They cannot love me, cannot be mine, because their hearts already belong to their King.
So to the desert, my wasted lands, so seemingly empty and yet still managing to cling still to life. To survive and thrive through adversity, as I shall continue to do into time immemorial. I will bring the sting of the sword and the storm to our enemies and maybe someday that seeping wound will slowly become a scar, ugly for the memory but ultimately a sign of meeting adversity and coming out the victor. Coming out the better for it.
To Anubis whose work is the care of the dead, I offer my praise. O god of the graveyard, great god of the tomb, preserver of Osiris, protector of Horus the child, bearer of the scale, counter of hearts, balancer against the feather of Ma’at, you lead us into the Duat, the life after life […]
A few short days ago, the day before the Spring Equinox (Ostara for my Pagan family out there!), a new baby came into my life. I adopted an abandoned (or orphaned) infant bunny.
She was the only baby remaining from an absolutely destroyed burrow. Staying the weekend with my sister, we had seen the little kit earlier in the day. Because it was a warm day, we just kept an eye on things to see if the mother rabbit would return.
By the time the night had grown late and very cold, we knew we needed to act.
Returning to the burrow was a sad sight. The hay and grasses and the mother’s fur had all been torn away, leaving this tiny baby in just a naked shallow dirty hole. When I leaned down to check on her, she was cold to the touch. She didn’t even respond to me picking her up. This isn’t altogether unusual because rabbits are prey animals but her temperature was.
Quickly, I folded her up in my t-shirt and rushed inside of my sister’s house to get her warm. A cardboard box filled with grasses that rabbits would normally eat in the wild (dandelion greens, clover, etc) as well as the hay and fur from the scattered and ruined burrow became her new bed. We set the box on the hearing vent to help her warm up while we decided what to do.
My sister kindly offered her time and money to go out and buy a multi-species formula and an infant animal feeding kit as well as some pellets. We weren’t sure which of newest little one would need and I spent the night, early into the wee hours, researching.
Somehow I knew that I just had to take care of her. I felt it the moment I held her shivering in my shirt. We weren’t sure if she would live, honestly. Neither of us had ever kept rabbits, let alone a baby one that would need to be bottle fed but we decided that we were going to try our best to save this little girl’s life. I have read that wild rabbits in captivity often die within the first week so we would have to see how things went.
My research taught me a lot! Our little one is an grey cottontail, a very common species in our area. She was between one and two weeks old, based on her size, weight, fur and open eyes. So young and so little…
She took to her bottle surprisingly well and after each feeding (3-4 times each day), I would stimulate her to go potty like her mother would have done in the wild, though honestly I wasn’t sure how long she would need this. My sister and I were elated when she was eating and drinking but then also began to go potty on her own. It was a big relief! Not urinating or defecating can have disastrous consequences for a rabbit and bunnies can drop into dangerous territory in a matter of a few hours.
Each day, after her lunch feeding, we would weigh her to make sure she was gaining weight steadily. A sister-friend who had a rabbit in the past (RIP Lunis. You are missed, friend), sent a very helpful video of tips and tricks to help rehab bunnies.
Something unfortunately became very apparent pretty quickly though. Our bunny…couldn’t see. Her eyes were clear of pus and mucus but there were cataracts over her pupils. She would bump into the sides of her box. It would make things harder but instead of being unsure about it, her impairment only made me more determined than ever to take the best care of her I could! Quickly, I added care for blind bunnies to my research list and got to work!
The kids were smitten with her. Absolutely smitten. And who wouldn’t immediately fall in love with an adorable fluff ball of sweetness?!
My cat, that’s who.
I knew that my other pets were going to be an obstacle. My elderly dog (half blind himself) slept in my room with me after all. It was clear that other than at bedtime, when Mercy went to lay down in his doggie bed, my bedroom was going to be a pet free safe zone for our newest family member. I wanted to keep that space as stress free as possible. She would sleep by my bed so that I could easily get up for monitoring if necessary. During the day, the room would be completely off limits.
It’s a strange, new, but heartwarming adventure that I’ve begun but I’m looking forward to each new day! We’re not out of the woods with her but with love and early intervention, I hope that this tiny bunny will have a long and happy life! I’ve chosen to monitor our adventure here each day with updates on her progress. So make sure you drop us a follow to join this journey with us!
*This case was one that needed immediate intervention. As always, please do not bother any wild baby animals you find and if you find a sick, injured, or possibly abandoned animal, quickly and calmly search to see if your state, territory, or area has local wildlife services that can help. If not then monitor the situation before acting. Many times, the mother will return after hunting or foraging.
Alright so I wrote this back in October and it’s taken me this long to pay it. Why? Honestly, I was afraid of the shit talking backlash I’d get from people. Let’s all just go into this with mutual respect and understanding that we all have our own opinions and plans for childrearing, okay? Sweet. Let’s do this.
There’s this bizarre idea in our culture that children don’t have the right to be considered real people. That they shouldn’t get a say in what happens to them and that they don’t have rights over their bodies. I don’t know where that came from but it is so bizarre to me.
Like… No, my kid does not get a say in what time she goes to bed because for her age and developmental stage that is what is appropriate and what has proven for her to be best for her general well-being during the course of the day. However, even in things where she doesn’t get much of a choice, I still give her as much say in it as possible. I take her feelings and thoughts into consideration.
I let her make decisions where I’m able to because if kids aren’t given the chance to learn how to make good decisions then they never figure out how to, and then they start adulthood out with the expectation that they should be able to do these things because they are adults when nobody ever bothered to teach them how.
For example, my daughter had to change occupational therapists a few months ago from the one that she’d been seeing for many many months. Her new OT is good but my daughter just didn’t take to the change and has been very resistant to the therapies since. So much so that not much therapy gets done. After her last appointment she told me that she didn’t want to do OT anymore and I thought about it and was like, “you know, maybe you’re right. Maybe it is time to take a little bit of a break.”
Taking her thoughts, opinions, and considerations into mind instead of just saying, “no this is what’s good for you you’re going to do it whether you like it or not” allowed me to see the situation from her perspective. And from the perspective of her desperately frustrated OT.
Bless you, Autumn.
Our kids are people. We are not raising children, we are raising adults, right? We don’t want them to still be children when they go out into the world, we want them to be healthy in mind, emotion, and body as adults. But if we don’t give them those opportunities, then we fail as parents in our ultimate goal: to raise them to be established adults.
I know this has been a bit of a ramble so thanks for sitting through it with me.
This sunset was so beautiful I just had to share it. One of my favorites things to photograph are skyscapes. Nature’s own passion painting made of wisps of air sand refracted light, the turning of the Earth it’s own paintbrush. 🥰 What’s your favorite thing to photograph, draw or paint? Let me know!
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