Not to be confused with Camilla’s post of the same name. Beth’s post started as a response and took on a life of its ow. Read Camilla’s post, then read Beth’s. (And do please weigh in, in the comments, because oh my god, people. *People*)

Originally posted on Wytch of the North:

Having an illness is not a weakness. It’s not something to be ashamed of. Seeking out help is a show of strength. And there’s a certain grace to the person who finds themselves having to do this over and over again in an attempt to find the key that will unlock relief for them.

Let’s stop romanticizing the dangers of things like shaman sickness sending a person out into the wild to freeze to death. Or, at the very least, if we’re going to pretend that we’d be better off in tribal society, let’s look at how our society, our little religious community, treats those who are sick… We still send them out into the cold to freeze to death. Only we do it with shame and perpetuating the myths that modern medicine is never the answer. We do it with turning our eyes away and not speaking up when…

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Posted by: naiadis | September 19, 2014

Wanting, Getting, Having


Sharing this, because, oh. Can’t word right now.

Originally posted on Exploring Devotional Practice in Polytheism:

A person’s reasons for pursing any type of spiritual practice are likely to be highly personal. Even if an individual is responding to personal or group expectations about practice, these motivations are still highly intimate. Though the specifics can vary a great deal, many motivations for practice come down to, “I want to experience more of this.” This is a perfectly fine motivation and it can lead to lots of really excellent practice and revelatory experiences. However, within this basic expression of motivation is the potential for – or at least the hope for – fulfillment. This leads to the conundrum of what motivation comes after the fulfillment. This is the question that I’m considering right now.

This isn’t the first time that the question of what comes next has arisen in my practice. The continual unfolding of desire and resolution has led me to be a little more selective…

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Posted by: naiadis | September 19, 2014

Honoring the Dark

Every year this seems to come as a surprise. The days grow longer and cooler. Clouds return to the skies (though we’re not seeing much rain, as of yet.) Every year it seems to happen sooner, this longing within for quiet, for solitude. I almost feel fragile, like a need to be swathed in cotton wool and held still, but really it’s a desire for stillness, for cold, for dark. It’s not depression or melancholia, exactly. It’s just that the press of the world going on around me is too uncomfortable.

It’s happening again. The days are flying by. The day job is less stressful than it’s been in a long time, and I’m grateful for that. I’ve got two part time jobs on top of that, and still trying to figure out how to function on less sleep so I can get more writing done, while realizing that part of how I deal with this is by sleeping more. The end of September is soon, and we’re going to be marking 8th anniversary of Angel’s passing, which is always heavy, and made heavier by his nearness.

Add to this, Poseidon is pressing heavy upon incorporating more of myself into this Hunt season, incorporating more of u/Us into this Hunt season. I can’t fight that. I don’t want to fight that. I need to stop pretending that I can do it all. I have this drive to write regularly — to share the worship of Poseidon with any who happen to find this blog — but I’m releasing the need to have it scheduled and organized and regular. I can’t make it be less personal — that’s not the point. In my mind, I envision posts about rituals I hold in His honor, and essays about working with Him, and I want that, I do. But it’s not going to be all the time, and at the very, very least, the pressure needs to go. Self-inflicted pressure.

I’ve friends and acquaintances who are concerned with their paths continuing on, who are concerned with building traditions. It’s exciting to hear them speak of it, and it’s easy to want that, too! I understand. I appreciate their work, and most of the time, I can contribute, with support if with nothing else. Thinking about this yesterday (I was reading an article, I forget what exactly), I realized, or remembered, or re-articulated. I want to share my path with the world because I can, and because I want there to be options presented to people on how one can walk with the spirits in this world, and I respect the desire people have to keep their traditions going . . . but my tradition is my hearth-tradition. When my family is gone, so too will our tradition be gone. We’re not trying to pass it on to our children. I don’t *want* my understanding of Poseidon, my relationship with Him, to be a foundation that others build upon. I want them to be able to build their own.

Friends have not placed expectations upon me; I’ve placed them upon myself. I don’t want them, and I’m setting them down. I’m also setting down my world-awareness-at-the-expense-of-my-inner-world. I’ve allowed myself to become less and less secluded. I want to not retreat fully into my bubble, but I’m setting aside the pressure. I’m giving myself the space to breathe and embrace this Dark.

I feel Homesick, in a way that I know only my spirits can help.

So — if I’m even more quiet than usual, this is why.

Posted by: naiadis | September 3, 2014

Embracing Simplicity

It’s an on-going process, isn’t it? Complications creep back in, and I’m reminded that the way to keep my life uncluttered and simple-focused is to live an engaged life, and to make mindful decisions. These aren’t made once or twice, these are made every day, as they come up.

We don’t buy a lot of things that our media pushes upon us to by. We don’t have TV, so the watching of programs that we do is a mindful decision when it happens, and we aren’t bombarded with images of the things we’re supposed to want. Our non-household running purchases tend toward things like books, and offerings for our gods, and sometimes extra clothes, but I count clothing as part of household running. The most non-mindful, impulse purchasing we do is when it comes to food, and we don’t stick closely to the food budget, and that for me is a struggle (because we’re mindful in all these other areas, and food is so much a reward for me for things like, going to my day job, or making it through the week, or I just feel badly, and so I deserve X)

Beth’s hobbies, interests, and second part time job all requires stuff, so we do purchase (mindfully!) there as well. Me? I write. I’m a writer. Aside from software that I may want (I’m still eyeballing Scrivener. Anyone here use it or have feedback on it?), and aside from needing a working computer I don’t really require stuff. Yeah, I knit, and that requires stuff, so there’s that. But beyond that? Not so much — and I like that. I’m not a stuff person. I like the simple.

I’ve gone back and forth, for years now, about setting my wardrobe up so that it’s all sort of uniform. I already do this for the day job, but I want to do it across the board. Why? Simplicity’s sake. Yes, I’ll admit, I want something about my style of dress that says, at least to me, “Nun.” I wish, very much, that I had available to me, some signal that could announce that to other people, not so much so that they’d recognize me but, honestly, so that there would be a short cut method of signaling “Not interested over much in pop culture or in the secular world.” I get that already, a little, with my veiling, but I want it a bit more. Beyond that? I want to not have to think about putting my clothing together, and the idea of wearing virtually the same thing every day brings with it a certain sense of liberation.

I’ve always been a jeans and tee shirt kind of gal. I cultivated a preference for skirts, because I loved the idea of them and I was never comfortable wearing them because they seemed to stand out, and one of my things in life is to not refrain from doing things because of fear of other people’s opinions. In most areas of my life, I do not care what people who are not my family think of me, providing that they do not impact my life in any way. (I’m not saying we should not care about people who might hold power of employment over us; I have not come across that so it’s not yet a factor in my decision making, but at the same time I’ve always lived north of our great Bible Belt) so it was important to me to root out that inhibitory fear. Wearing skirts nearly exclusively for years helped with that. There’s also a level of modest-attire, but I’m currently exploring that concept in my head (is it ‘modesty’ per se? Do I want to even use that word, with the history of patriarchal control over the womens coloring it so? I like, for me, the sort of form-free-ness in skirts that you don’t get with pants, but maybe that’s more a desire for a barrier between myself and the public sphere than actual modesty). There’s also a small part of feed-back from Poseidon, and with me, He certainly has a dresses and skirts preference. I’ve started trying to pick that a part. (In my view, the Gods are not “from” the historical cultures that worshipped them — Poseidon isn’t exactly Hellenic, He is a god, He is beyond our human cultures, even if they do, in turn, influence Him) How much of that seeming preference is His own personal taste? How much is influenced from the cultures He interacted with for so long? How much of that is an understanding of human textile history and the sexes? (For those curious, I’ve tentatively arrived at the idea that simple dressing removes my concerns from ‘fashion’ (as much as I’ve ever been concerned about fashion) and takes me one step further away from strictly human concerns to embrace more general ‘we are all animals” concerns. Poseidon is compassionate, and He cares about humanity, but not more or less than He cares about other creatures, and one step further along that path is one step closer to Him, in my view.)

Lately I’ve gotten lazy about it (skirts are work! They require leggings, and they’re harder to find in the thrift stores at my size, and jeans are more rugged) but I’m also at a point where we need to increase our wardrobe, soon. I have not purchased any non-work related clothing in years. And so I’m thinking, again, about how to simplify it, how to bring in a sort of standard same-ness. I’m not sure how it’s going to look, exactly, but I think I’m finally at that point of being willing to just go with it. We’ll see.

Posted by: naiadis | August 31, 2014

on Compassion and Setting Boundaries

Long-time followers of this blog will know that, in sharing the ups and downs of my path, it is incredibly important to me that I keep shit real. We as people are encouraged to write about the good things, to talk about the good things, to share the positive stuff, to put a positive spin on things, to put on a happy face. I don’t believe that this is always a bad thing – I believe that there is honest sincerity in the “fake it until you make it” adage, and that for some people that works. I also know that for some, airing things publicly is the worst thing they can do in order for them to move beyond whatever “it” happens to be. I’m not going to make that call for anyone else. For myself, in knowing myself, in knowing my quirks, and also in knowing what has helped me, when reading about other peoples’ experiences, I can say: transparency. Keeping shit real. I love my gods, I love the conscious living that I strive for, I love my family, I love this semi-secluded lifestyle Beth and I have going on. But there are ups and downs. It’s not perfect. There are struggles, some the type you would expect, and others the type that you really can’t prepare for. And, more often than not, the struggles fall somewhere in the huge range between the two extremes.

Currently, I’ve got some stuff going on in the non-spiritual part of my life centered and is more potential hassle than actual big bad thing. I’m hesitant to label people as toxic, and I’m always mindful of compassion when dealing with people I’d rather not be dealing with. I’m also wretched at standing up for myself, and unexpected questions (“Can we do X?”) throw me for a loop and wind up with me making ‘maybe’ responses that I later feel badly backing down from. Giving our word matters, and never mind that there is a huge difference between ‘giving my word’ and ‘maybe'; in my default mindset, my wants and needs matter less, so it’s nothing to sacrifice my time/comfort/own goals in order to do this other thing for this other person who isn’t really much in the way of a friend. There is added grey areas when I find myself conceding that said person is likely being as good of a friend as they know how to be. It is simply not where I’m at in my life. Worse, we have nothing that I rate as important in common. They are not spiritually minded; they are more social/more extroverted/they are not interested in metaphysical stuff/writing/history/anything really that we could have common ground in, and I am more a listening ear than anything else.

There is no perceivable-as-kind way to say, ‘We aren’t really friends, you aren’t really friend material for me, I’m not interested in cultivating a friendship’. That said, how much of my own comfort do I give up to try to be kind to someone whose presence is not welcomed in my life? Does it matter, to a point, that that sounds terribly cold? Am I so concerned about compassion for others that I’m ignoring my own compassion, and self-care?

So, currently: I have a full time job outside the home. I have a very full and fulfilling spiritual practice that I’m not willing to give up even a little bit. I have a chronically ill partner, two chronically ill (one of which is also terminally ill) family members, and, thanks to humbling support of some generous fans, a steady part time writing job that I desperately need to find more time to sink into. (Website! Formatting! Editing! Things to learn and do well!) That doesn’t count the friends and family I am struggling to keep in steady contact with. I’m not saying I’m closed to meeting new people and making new friends – but I really don’t want to do that in ‘real’ time, in ‘real’ life. I certainly do not want to get together with people to go shopping or to hang out and chat small talk stuff or bitch about the annoyances of our daily lives. That’s not to say that I don’t do those things, because I do. But, I do them with my family.

That thought brings me to: my idea of family does not meet the cultural standard for ‘family’. Because when I say ‘family’ . . . there are layers, right? It’s a group of concentric circles. There’s a hierarchy. I’m fucking tribalistic when it comes to understand human relationships, and that’s not about to change. Even when we’re talking about global communities, that falls in a tribal landscape for me. So I have immediate family, and the extended family and it goes out from there. I don’t really seem to have casual friends – if you are a trusted member in my heart, you’re part of the family, ranging from immediate to extended – and, you need not be human, is another bit that is maybe different from ‘normal’ society’s understanding of family. The hierarchy, one’s placement within those circle, is largely dependent upon 1)how much you factor in my day to day life and 2) how dependent upon me you are for your well being, shelter, care, etc. Call me cold, but being a blood relative doesn’t get you an automatic ‘in’ – though in my life, those who are blood are pretty high up in those circles. I have more blood relations that I don’t really know one way or the other, and I have one in particular who, despite a shared history, is not my family, will not be my family, is a hair’s breadth away from being part of the “and everybody else in the world” crowd.

The friendships that I cultivate, the people that are part of my “spiritual family”, are inside the family circles. They are trusted and they get to see bits of me that other people may not. I don’t have casual friendships – I have family, and I have acquaintances. This is my preference.

This is the important part for me. I like it this way. I’ve cultivated my life to have it be this way. I live a semi-secluded life. I don’t make spur of the moment plans. I want weeks advance warning. Hell, the people I adore and miss terribly, I still need to make phone dates with as much to factor in our schedules as to give myself time to psych myself up for the phone call. Interacting with people is exhausting for me, and it’s part of my full time day job. It’s not not exhausting because sometimes it’s the people I love dearly. (I’m more willing to talk to people I love dearly when I’m feeling like I’d rather scream than have a conversation, than I am willing to talk to people I’m ambivalent about) I have my home life the way I want it to be. My time home, away from errands and away from the day job, is my retreat from the world at large that I need and, more to the point, want. This is what I keep getting drawn back to. Want. This is what I want. And is it my responsibility to help other people who aren’t part of my family to gain what they want, simply because I am good at putting my own wants aside for other people?

I am naturally a care-giver type person. This is not a bad thing. I am able to provide for my family with this particular skill set and ability and willingness to set my own issues aside when they need me. I’m easy going – for the most part I don’t have day to day plans when it comes to projects and goals, and I don’t care enough about a lot of things to get overly worked up. I’m way more of a beta type than an alpha type personality. But in this, in establishing boundaries and feeling like I have a right to said boundaries, this is to my detriment. I’m 36 this year; this is beginning to feel pathetic.

I’m trying to institute stock answers. “I’ll have to check my schedule.” “You know, that sounds like it could be fun, but I really don’t have the time.” They feel forced when I practice them, but they’re not exactly untrue. The truth is: I have two days off a week. One day is for running errands and spending with Beth, our only day off together. The other day is my writing day. So I’m not lying when I say I don’t have time. It may be “I don’t want to give you that time,” because essentially that’s what I’m saying – but shouldn’t that be a given when said person is not my partner? But my stupid brain. I say things like, “I’m working that day,” and it runs with “but you’re not working at your real job/you can write any time/insert all excuses they could think of here.” Given enough breathing room I arrive at knowledge that, if what is important to me isn’t a factor to them at all, they have no place in my life. But out of the blue questions don’t give me that breathing room, so “I’ll have to check my schedule,” is better. Really, what I want is to be comfortable saying, “No.”

And I’ve tried – because bitching aside, said person is not someone I dislike, although in my course of not standing up for my actual wants, there’s an association of dislike, and that’s on me really, my fault for not honoring those boundaries in the first place – I’ve tried to give said person some of my time, now and again, and then they get graspy about it. Clingy. Let’s do more things, let’s go places, let’s hang out. The kindest answer at this point, simply, no. If that makes me an asshole in their eyes, then I’m an asshole.

Situations like these, I wish so badly I had an easy way to say, “My house is my cloister and I leave it only when I must.”

(Our Pagan Cloister. Beth, maybe we should rename our house? Hrmm . . . )

I know that this is something I need to get under control. I know that this means, most immediately, there is going to be some “breaking of my word”, and disappointment on their part. The question is: am I okay with that enough to put my family and writing and wants first? The answer is: yes. But it’s still going to be annoying and bad-feeling-making to deal with. Why is it on me to care about other peoples feelings and what they do with them?

Frustrated. Keeping it real, and right now, real is frustrated.


This I am _extremely_ pleased to share. Odin, yay Odin!!! *rubs hands*

Originally posted on Wytch of the North:

A little more than a year ago, I put out a call for submissions for Prayers to the Allfather, a book of prayers and rituals for Odin. Well, despite a number of people being kind enough to share my CFS across the internet, I received exactly three submissions. Due to various factors in my life at the time, I just wasn’t feeling equal to writing the bulk of a book of prayers on my own (since when I think prayers, I think poetry, and I am not primarily a poet), so I reluctantly shelved the project for a while.

Then I got to thinking: maybe a prayer book is too limiting. Maybe most other pagans, witches and polytheists out there also shy away from writing prayers for public consumption, either because they feel too personal, or because (like me) they associate them with poetry and feel unequal to the task…

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Posted by: naiadis | August 30, 2014

Call For Submissions for a Beloved Dead Devotional


So, I’m a bit late to this party. I’ll be honest — I thought about spreading the word for this project so often, my brain decided eventually that I already _had_ reblogged it. Oops! I’m very excited about this project, cannot wait to get my hands on the book.

Originally posted on Foxglove & Firmitas:

I said I wasn’t going to start this, and yet here I am anyway…  Doing the Work.

Crossing the River: A Devotional to Our Beloved Dead

Calling for submissions for Crossing the River: A Devotional to Our Beloved Dead, edited by Camilla Laurentine (and possibly others to sign on at a later date). Submissions open August 7th, 2014 and close February 28th, 2015.

The intention of this devotional is to build a source book of modern meditations, hymns, prayers, and other resources for death workers working in our greater community. All Pagan and Polytheist traditions are welcome and encouraged to submit to this project.

Submissions should fall into one of three categories: Vigil of the Dying, For the Recently Deceased, and Funerary Tools. They may include, but are not limited to meditations, poems, hymns, prayers, original retellings of myths, rituals, and scholarly articles with a…

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Posted by: naiadis | August 25, 2014

Where’s the Support?


Reblogging this because Columbine sums it up better than I could hope to. Those who fought before us so that we could even get this far may not have been on the exact same path, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t reaping those benefits. Just so, we need not be on the exact same path to support those whose paths are parallel to our own. I do not see myself ever hoping to have a public temple like this — my talents, passions, and skill sets do not lie in that direction — but that does not mean that this outcome doesn’t effect me, isn’t important to me.

The dominant religious groups _cannot_ be allowed to decide for everyone what does or does not make a valid religion or religious group, what constitutes a legitimate place of worship. There are at least 10,000 pagans in the US. Every dollar helps. Don’t be the person who decides that your dollar won’t be missed. I’ve donated — have you?

Originally posted on Queen of the Waiting Ones:

So, I’m curious and have a question for all the super serious Pagans, Polytheists and other Alternative Religious folks out there who so often proclaim that they are all about founding new temples and other types of religious worship areas for those of our kind.  Where exactly, is your support for the Maetreum of Cybele?

I know most of you have read the recent Wild Hunt article detailing the Maetreum’s struggle against the Town of Catskill, NY, where government officials there have vowed to spend the Maetreum into bankruptcy, despite the Town’s losses in court.  Is it because you are tired of hearing about the priestesses’ plight?  If so, why haven’t you donated anything to help ease their burden?  This lawsuit has been going on for several years, and if you think you are tired and burnt out with it, just imagine if you were one of the priestesses.  Priestesses…

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Posted by: naiadis | August 18, 2014

Poseidon Hippios


Poseidon Hippios is a festival I hold in honor of er, Poseidon Hippios, every year. Recently I’ve had the occasion to sit and think back, and I’m realizing that I’ve held this holiday for Poseidon, in one form or another, going back thirteen years although I’ve only been holding it continuously for nine. It is the longest running of my various Poseidon holy days. Like with pretty much all of them, this one is something of a working ritual as well. There are no horse sacrifices or mock-sacrifices held in His honor; instead there is petition prayers for the well being of our equine cousins. There is energy work. There is a reminder of the horrors that are committed against those who are denied sovereignty over their lives, and, as alway, there’s a reminder as to why, again and again, I find myself compelled toward a vegetarian default with a heavy emphasis on ethical meat consumption and consumerism. I fail at this much more than I succeed, because our world is not set up for this to be embraced nearly as much as I’d like it to be. It’s not enough, in my mind, to replace animal made products with synthetic alternatives whose creation destroys as much as it saves, and so I struggle. A lot. And I fail, all the time.

I’ve talked about it before, how for a while I was one of those holier-than-thou pagan types, in my food consumption if nothing else. I ate locally and organically. The meat I consumed was raised within a hundred miles of where I live, if not closer, and it was slaughtered humanely. We spent a fortune on our food, and we felt good about ourselves . . . but we can no longer do that and provide for our own needs. We have an increasingly expensive dog and one cat with medical needs as well. We have a tighter income than we used to have. The produce I buy comes from all over the world, though I still try to eat to match our local seasons, but that’s not based on what I can get, that’s purely aesthetics. We’re easing into eating more meat again (we lighten it for summer, eat more of it during the Hunt Season) and while we always endeavor to purchase meat that was raised ethically and treated humanely up through the end process, we don’t always stick to that. There are times when I am exhausted by having to be so focused all the time, when I can’t muster up the wherewithal to be so damned conscientious.

Because we’re not set up for it, in this culture. Because sometimes there are no options available that meet our ideals. Because sometimes we simply can’t afford it, and if I can spend $40 on groceries to see Beth and I through a week, or $40 on groceries that won’t take us more than three days, you can guess which one I’m picking. This stumbling has taught me, continues to teach me compassion, and humility. It reminds me, constantly, to keep it real.

So, too, does it remind me to keep my practice real. Once upon a time, this meager spread would have embarrassed me. Despite Poseidon’s insistence that He does not desire Stuff. This has historically been a simple affair — generally sugarcubes and apples, carrots, oatcakes if I though of them enough ahead to make them. A prayer to Pegasos, to Sleipnir, to Poseidon. Some wine. Fancy fairtrade sugarcubes. Organic apples and carrots, locally made wine. Only the best, right?

Today there were no apples, no sugarcubes, no oatcakes. Hell, no wine. There was incense, and carrots – baby carrots, even, with no tops — from Winco. They came from a bag, not from the soil to the market to me. Who knows where they came from? A candle burning that I know is not beeswax. These are the things I have in my house. These are the things I can afford right now, and of them all, all Poseidon desires of me is my time. The energy work.

Ideals are wonderful things to have. Don’t let them turn you into an unbending, uncompassionate pagan. Do not let them make you miserable. Do not let them keep you from your altar, from your gods, from your devotion. Our gods want us there. They want our attention and our love, our time. They want us sharing our lives with them. Strive for your ideals, by all means, but do not be caged in by them. Do not let them render you too afraid to move, for fear of moving wrong, for fear of stumbling.

Giving these offerings to Poseidon should not have been the self-inflicted guilt trip I inevitably make it be. Do not be like me, in this.


First: Beth’s got some new, elemental ritual cords up for sale — do yourself a favor and check those out! Hand-spun, hand-dyed, hand-sewn beauties! Her ritual cords are one of her most popular items, and for good reason! I love watching these things come into creation.

Also blog- and vlogospheres:

I came across this touching blog post that reminds me, as I think of the troubles half the world away, in Gaza, in Iraq, in Nigeria — or even the troubles closer to home (I’m looking at you, Ferguson, but Detroit, you’re not that far behind) — that there are people in this world who get it, regardless of what their faith may be, regardless of what path they walk and which gods walk with them. It reminds me to be compassionate, and gives me something to cling to. As I pray my nightly prayers for oh-too-many who are suffering, as I purposefully expand outside of my bubble, this is the tool I use to keep myself from embracing apathy and despair, and I will take whatever tool I can find to fight that battle.

Another blogpost that’s stuck with me this week has been Heather’s post regarding the concept of community worker as a default setting for any and all spirit workers and/or people involved with the spirits. Beth’s reblog commentary is also worth a read. Let me add to this: I know all too well how caught up in the idea of The Work we can get, especially when others are talking about their Work. My “Work” with Poseidon has always, always been about healing, both self-healing and other-healing. What it’s never really been about has been human-healing. I do have Reiki as part of my particular skill set, and that is human-healing that I do offer, but I do not go out of my way to offer Reiki sessions to people in general. I do semi-regularly offering Reiki sessions to various Other Folk, but if I could be accused of serving a community at Poseidon’s behest, it has never been one that is human-centric. Even when I was doing these offerings four times a month (I had them tied to the moon phases, but that is too much and it fell to the wayside for me) it was something I wanted to do, not something He decided I had to do. I wanted to do something Meaningful(tm) with my life, and if I wasn’t going to go to school to be a vet tech or to help with people, by golly I could do this little thing. At the end of the day, though? I want to write stories. The healing work that I do it by and large for me, and it involves Others, but not other people much, and that’s fine. And it’s stuff I’ve instigated, not stuff Poseidon has wanted me to do, or ordered me to do. They can. They do — I’m not saying it won’t be about the Work, for some. And, it is for me, too — but my Work is writing my stories. It’s sharing the parts of my religious life that I’m (mostly) (more or less) comfortable sharing. It’s living my pagan, polytheistic, married-to-a-god, bound-to-another god life somewhat openly, because in this part of the country that I live I can do so without many negative ramifications. That is my activisim. To live visible all the fringe-ish parts of my life, so that we are not in the shadows, so that we are not pushed back into the darkness, so that those who come after us can live openly, too. They won’t be my daughters or my sons through blood, but they will be, at least in spirit.

I believe that the Gods can get Their messages across without us. How many years of monotheistic tradition has separated us from our pagan ancestors, and look, we are calling the Gods back, more and more and more. No, I don’t believe the Gods need us in order to connect with our descendants five centuries from now . . . but how great will it be for those descendants to not have to do the work we’ve had to do to get as far as we’ve gotten. So, the Gods can do it without us . . . but should They have to?

Speaking of living, breathing traditions, I’ve watched some neat videos this week, as well. (And made some!)

Here’s a glimpse of our Poseidon shrine here at the Nunnery. Hail Poseidon!

Silence has posted a tour of one of his shrines, which of course you should check out. (Watch the rest while you’re there!)

Miaerowyn recorded a response to the 7 Witchy Questions tag, and I’m so glad that she did!

And last, but not least, Beth’s made a tour of our Odin shrine, which you can watch:

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