Awesome book review, awesome website, awesome graphic — horn tootin’ time!

Yeah, that’s a bit tongue in cheek. One of the valuable things I gained from involvement with the heathen community years ago, was the practice of boasting. It’s uncomfortable, because it still makes me feel a bit like I’m all look at me look at me, and I’m so very not, but it’s also important, because, hey, when we accomplish things, even small things, that we are proud of, we should celebrate it.

I discovered an awesome write up about Poseidon of the Ponds at The Weeping Crow, and I’ll admit I’m still a bit giddy over it. I realize it’s generally considered bad from for an author to comment directly to a review, but I do want to thank Weeping Crow for such a great write up. The fact that someone is writing something like this about something I wrote is  a bit . . . . weird to me. Of course, just reading the part describing me as a 20-year dedicant to Poseidon throws me off. On the one hand, it’s not wrong. (Well, sort of? I’ve been involved with Him for 20 years, as of this year, but I didn’t officially dedicate myself to Him right away. Although, really that was just a formality.)

On the other hand, how the hell is that possible already???

My Polytheism continues to grow, as does the Facebook group. More voices are added, some conversations are happening, and I’ve got the promise of more material coming in the next few weeks.  I’ve had a number of friends requests since the page went up, more since the site was mentioned in Gods & Radicals, and it feels . . . good. It feels hopeful. It feels like the effective counter to my slight pagan burnout that I’ve been trying to deal with for the last however many months.

And then? Then there’s this.


I’m not going to link to what this is reference to. I am going to say: if you like it and you want it, use it. It’s mine, I made it, you have my permission.

People keep talk about inclusion like it’s a bad thing.

Inclusion is a powerful thing.

Diversity makes you stronger.

Homogeny is a bad thing. Look at  our favorite bananas.

Inclusion good. Diversity good. Homogeny bad.

Poseidon of the Ponds

I made more things!


Poseidon of the Ponds is the second volume in my Poseidon Liturgical Year project. It can be read alone, or as part of the series. In this volume, I write about the ritual I hold for Him, honoring my Beloved, along with others I call the Rainmakers, during what is for us a very dry, very warm, very dry part of the year.

It’s not revolutionary. These books are not meant to be scholarly works. This is just a glimpse into what it might be like, to be devoted to a Power who comes to us with very little information about past rituals held in His honor.

With this series, I really want to encourage people. Yes, to maybe consider Poseidon — because He is amazing, after all — but beyond that, more importantly than that, I want people to be encouraged to walk their own path. You are not bound to holy days or festivals that already exist. If your devotional path is missing something, or doesn’t quite have the shape you want it to, make it up. These are  living traditions we are making, here. If the festivals you have for your Powers do not connect with you, or with Them, or are just . . . off . . . experiment. Explore. Create.



Poseidon of  the Ponds e-books are available at and at my brand spanking new  Etsy shop. The price is the same at both locations; I’ll see more of the money if you purPoseidon of  the Pondschase it through Etsy, but either way works for me! If you’re interested in receiving a free copy in exchange for a review, please contact me. And as always, thank you for your support!

So, I made a thing.

What are my goals with this new site?

Celebrating diversity in contemporary polytheism with a strong emphasis on building up. I want to honor our differences without having to use divisive language. I want there to be a visible, vocal alternative to the would-be gatekeepers. If the polytheist movement is to be a thing, I want it to be a diverse thing.  Mostly: I want those finding their way to polytheism, and those who are maybe not new to polytheism but new to interacting with other polytheists online to see that not all polytheists online are eager to tell them what they’re doing wrong.

I’m planning on purchasing a domain once I have the money for it, and I really want this to be about us, and not about me. It’s been suggested that questions get fielded, to keep conversation going, and my mind turns toward something like the Kemetic Round Table — like, a Polytheist Round Table, though I’m foggy with pain that I can’t think of anything to start off with. I want other people contributing. I want this to be big and loud and VISIBLE.

But, I’ve never even tried to do anything like this before, and right now I’m just thrilled to have those links and reblogs.

So, this is me, asking for help here. Suggestions are so very welcome. Critiques, cautions, etc. Anything. Help me make this into a good thing?

My Polytheism

There are plenty of folks abounding who are eager to tell you what polytheism is, and is not. There is no shortage of people with opinions they wish were firm boundaries. You aren’t a polytheist if: you don’t put the gods first; you don’t believe in the gods in the right way; you ‘bring politics’ into your religion; you don’t decry the destruction of ancient polytheism and the ruthless conversion of entire peoples.

There are plenty of people talking about The Polytheist Movement, and I’ll be honest here: seeing such a wide variety of ways of practicing, of worshiping, of bringing the gods into our world narrowed into such a small, singular way of speaking, makes me weep. It makes me frustrated. It makes me want to run far away and bury my head in the sand. Bottom line for me: I don’t give a fuck how you worship. I don’t give a fuck what the Powers you’re involved with ask of you.

Look: there is no ‘Polytheist Movement.’ There are a bunch of people who are working hard to make polytheism visible, who want to see it as a viable option, who want people to find the gods and know they’re not alone. Even with those I disagree with vehemently, I’ll concede that that’s something we have in common. But that’s where it ends. Don’t let the vocabulary trick you into thinking there’s one united Polytheist Movement, where we all agree on some fundamental things. There isn’t. We don’t.

My gods do not need me to help people find Them. They’ve been doing just fine for all this time. Who the fuck am I, that Poseidon needs me to get people to worship Him? I adore this God. I love this God with all my being. I tie myself up in knots for Him, and surrender, again and again and again, my comfort, my desires to be private and uninvolved. He’s created a person who strives to be compassionate and kind, where once there was only apathy and distrust. He is amazing, and I’m grateful that He deigns to share anything at all with me — but let me make this clear. He does not need me to get people to Him.

Within traditions, sure, there should be unifying goals and tenets. But polytheism is not a singular tradition, and I hope to all that is holy it never will become one. The way to counter monotheism — if we must — is not to model how we build communities based off what they’ve been doing, and getting wrong. Common ground MUST be rooted in hospitality, and not in same-ness seeking.

My polytheism does not tell you how to worship, and it never will.

My polytheism does not tell you how to believe, and it never will.

My polytheism does not tell you what the gods want from you, and it never will.

My polytheism does not pretend to be a holy war seeking enemies at every turn. Holy wars cannot be won; that’s not just a bad analogy, it’s a doomed one.

My polytheism does not require you to leave your concerns and issues at the door. It doesn’t demand that you pretend that our experiences are not connected, and the world in which we live does not inform our interactions with the Powers.

My polytheism will never pretend to be something it’s not. It’s contemporary and new and messy. It’s not a revival of polytheism of yore, because we will never be removed from the context we are in, and the wide spread of monotheism will not be undone. I don’t dream for a world in which these things never happened, because it’s not the point, and also, call me a heretic, but I don’t want a polytheism that is controlled by groups of people.

My polytheism is not rooted in PCPG, and it never will be. My relationship with my gods is mine alone, and you have no power in it. You’ve got no place in it, any more than I have a place in yours.

My polytheism is not concerned with whether you’re a theist or not — in fact, I’m likely to be curious and intrigued, because my polytheism is not threatened by your lack of belief in the gods as distinct, individual beings, and because different ways of telling the story of how and why and what is fascinating. If the only thing we can find worthy in common is how we believe in the Powers, we’re in trouble, and no amount of ‘correct polytheism’ is going to fix it.

My polytheism does not look like yours, maybe. I’m concerned with polytheism remaining visible. I’m concerned with those coming after us not necessarily having to do SO MUCH WORK to get to the point of simply interacting with the Powers. I’m not concerned with building close, intimate community beyond my immediate family, because quite frankly, I don’t trust people. I’m not involved with various communities, because generally I’m a home-body, and except for this blog, private. I’m a solitary worshiper, and I’m not interested in doing religion with other people, which is another thing that maybe makes me a ‘bad’ polytheist.

Don’t know.

Don’t care.

I’m still a polytheist. I’m still a devotional polytheist, even. I still want polytheism to be a visible, viable option for generations to come.

When people speak of ‘the Polytheist Movement’, when people speak of polytheists as though we are one homogeneous group of people, please remember this is bullshit. We are not. If the Gods are good, we never will be.

Slipping back in

I really need to bring the lesson home: don’t worry so much. Stop over-thinking. Just come and sit and be. Just say hello.

Writing my last post helped me to confront that, yes, I was actually struggling with this whole thing again, and yes, it was mostly my doing, and yes, it needed to be confronted head on. Is it all my fault? I don’t think so.

I struggle with reconciling Poseidon’s desire for me to regard Them as One Being, while dealing with two distinct personalities, with different expectations and preferences. Is that a short coming on my part? I’m okay saying that it is, but owning that does not make it easier to deal with, and  right now it’s hindering me rather than helping me grow.

I struggle with having a shrine space that is less mine and more Theirs — and there’s nothing to be done for this except getting in front of that shrine and making it a part of me. The whole reason the shrine was so much O/ours was because I’ve kept a shrine for Him, and then for U/us, for  over a decade. Of course this new one is going to feel, you know, new. That’s sort of the point. So, own that discomfort, and then yes, in this, work through it by working through it, by giving devotions despite the discomfort, because that’s the only way to move beyond this particular discomfort.

I struggle with missing Him, so I reach out and make an effort. I set aside the self-recriminations, because those serve no purpose and only work to distract. I reach out, offering Him tea, and love, and praise, sharing my thoughts with Him, drawing upon O/our history, and what I know of Him, and my Beloved rushes at me like the incoming tide. Having been to the Atlantic so recently, and then to the Pacific twice in a season, I can compare and contrast the experiences, and I can say that while I love the Pacific, the Atlantic feels like home. I find Poseidon in both places — I find Poseidon everywhere I look — but, because I met Him at the Atlantic, that location is just more viscerally His, and it’s a super fast and powerful touchstone. And I wish I had that at the Pacific . . . but also, a little bit I do. It’s just not as powerful, not as immediate. Possibly the local spirits of place sing to me strongly and distract. It’s not a bad distraction. Possibly I simply do not know the Pacific as well as I do the Atlantic. Possibly there’s ancestral ties that strengthen that bond that I don’t have with the Pacific. I don’t know. Possibly a dozen things; at some point trying to suss out the finer reasons why a thing is or is not serves no purpose, and it’s time to just accept what is without having to seek a pattern.

I struggle with wanting to come to know Vishnu better, because my method for doing so tends to be 1) gain some working knowledge of tradition and then 2) retreat from that to establish a personal relationship free from the trappings of tradition. I’m cognizant of the fact that this is a privileged stance, and I’m mindful of appropriation, and so these are interesting waters to navigate. Except, I’m not a person to join traditions, and anyway it’s not like there’s any locally that I can explore that focus on Vishnu. I want to be fluent in the language of His worship, so to speak, but that’s as far as that goes.  I really am grateful that the foundation of my relationship with Poseidon happened outside of Hellenic paganism, happened outside of social media and the scrutiny of peers, and I realize I want that, too, for this exploration with Vishnu-with-Poseidon. At the same time, I can pass up an opportunity like this to share with you as I go, because it’s messy and uncomfortable and did I mention messy? But I think it’s so very important to share that, to show that. My refrain: it’s been two decades (or will be, in a week) and I don’t have my shit together, I still flail about, it’s not neat and tidy, it will never be neat and tidy, let’s keep it real.

There’s so much tradition out there, too, with Vishnu — His worship is so established, so it’s not like I even had access to anything on that scale with Poseidon. Do we get to just disconnect Them from that, to take Them out of context? I need, I think, to find a happy medium, because I need to make this personally relevant for me, and when it’s just study and holding Historic Vishnu in my mind, He becomes unapproachable and so different from the Vishnu-with-Poseidon. So, I struggle with this as well.

Struggles aside, when I reach out, I am met with love and compassion, and patience. I’m reminded that often, when Poseidon encourages me to do a thing, we stumble together. This would not be the first time He has decided I need to approach something a certain way, only to have it damage rather than help. He stumbles, my Beloved, and it’s not His fault, for my emotional responses are a quagmire, and what works one time might blow up in His face the next. So we’re rethinking this One and the Same approach, and we might relax it a bit, and just take attention off how I’m supposed to regard Them for bit, and just allow myself to regard Them as I can, as I may, and just let it go from there.

Poseidon is steadfast. He is constant. I pull away, and I miss Him, and He reaches for me, and closes that gap, until I’m able to reach for Him again. His heart in where I reside, and it feels like He is my heart, that He is my capacity to love and be loved.


In other news: I miss my brother.

Confessions; or: Keeping It Real

I just had the bestest visit ever–my brother and his partner took a road trip, and spent three days with us, for his 30th birthday. (Yeah, I can’t even with that, right now. Just, no.) We ventured to the coast, and had the best coastal trip ever, too. No time limits, and them poking around and watching stuff  and exploring just as much as we were. Sunburn, windburn, and sandburn all happened, but I don’t care. It was fucking awesome.

Beth remarked a few times that my brother is just like me. “I knew you were similar, because you get along so well, but you’re like twins separated by eight years.” They left, and we miss them.

Spending time at the coast was . . . interesting. I’m not going to lie; I’m apparently not doing all that well with my relationship with Poseidon. And, I mean that *I* am not doing well —  it’s all my own doing. I’ve been neglecting devotion, I’ve been neglecting including Him in my thoughts, for some time. A bit when we had Beth’s daughter out in May, but really a lot because of the Vishnu thing. We’re . . . tugging back and forth, a bit, over how I’m to regard Him, and while I appreciate that Poseidon wants there to be a fundamental understanding that this particular Vishnu is very similar to Him/is Him, apparently I’m wired hard enough that it’s just fucking up my ability to  get there. Tell me that You can slip into that mask easily enough; tell me that You’re spirit-kin, tell me that water conforms to the container it is in, tell me that the lines between You and Him are blurry and porous . . . but don’t feel so different and expect me to have an easy time with things. Don’t tell me to think of You as the same being, and then express such contrary preferences.

I’ve already dropped pretty much all contextual research, which is what I did when I first started getting to know Poseidon, and that helped. But it’s still difficult, and it causes me to distance myself, and I’m feeling that, and I hate it. So I’m working on it.

There’s distance, too, because of the project I started for Him, that I’m now wondering if I’m going to continue. And, I’m going to continue, but the idea of getting all of it done this year is ambitious and burn-out-y, and I’m easing up on my self imposed deadline.

Possibly, I had company for a number of days and I’m tired now.

Also, if I had any doubt that I’ve developed arthritis in my right hand, those doubts are banished. Ouch.

Twenty years into this relationship. It’s amusing, in a detached way, to see that I still struggle with just making sure that I put the time and attention into it that there needs to be. It’s amusing to see that it’s just like any other relationship, in that way.

I hate missing Him. I hate when it’s my own damn fault.


That’s a good way to start it off, right?

It’s Gratitude Project time! If I’m anything like I normally am with this project, I’ll start out strong and then taper off, because that’s what I do. *lol* But, today I’m still filled with such happiness and relief that Bear is home, that this is a perfect place to start. I am grateful that he’s been reunited with his family, that his adventure was short, and safe. He garnered so much attention — I’m so glad his hooman mum has such a wide support network.

(The Gratitude Project was started longer ago than I like mentioning, by Estara T’Shirai. Every day, from Lammas to Mabon, you post something you’re grateful for. Something different, each day. So, you can be grateful for, you know, Corbie more than once, but it has to be for different things. Like: “Today I’m grateful for Corbie’s nose, making random appearances in my videos,” and then “Today I’m grateful for Corbie’s bed sprawling which makes sleeping interesting, because that means he’s still here to be a bed hog,” and then, “Today I’m grateful that Corbie’s farts aren’t very stinky . . . “)

Bear is home!

My hopes — that he was just off visiting someone — turned out to be the case, which YAY!! The woman nabbed him and was looking for his people, and it’s a happy, happy reunion. Also, he know has a collar and tags, so yay! He gets an adventure, and bling.

So happy. So, so happy!