It Begins

It begins in the night, half the world away as dawn gives way to day and is over in the blink of an eye until the next day and the next day day upon day a dance of danger of life racing towards the end. Adrenaline and fear excitement and daring of the air charged…

Calendars or, my year at a glance (the Pagan Experience week 8)

Wk 4- Feb. 23- Any writing for the letters C or D – I am keeping this familiar format on week 4 for those who have joined me from the Pagan Blog Project. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I’ve got two calendars running through the year, here. One is the secular calendar. The second is a localized form of the Athenian calendar….

Hail to You, Poseidon Phytalmios!

There are a number of observances that I hold for Poseidon (neither ‘ritual’ nor ‘festival’ work as a descriptor and I’m not sure what to call them other than observances. Rarely is anything scripted with separate stages, and the ones which are — which include a meal and offerings given in a formal sort of…

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…

Into day three . . .

Or two, depending on how you’re counting. I wish I did not have the ability to turn things off without actually waking up — I missed the actual running time by about an hour. The going to bed for the first time process was extremely emotionally difficult, however — it is rare when I am…

Poseidon of the Horses, in pictures

I haven’t yet gotten my head to remember things like, hey, if you start the observance at sundown the day before, the shrine being set up “early” makes sense. I am not making myself go through things* faster than it takes me to go through things, so I’ll say honestly that this past week was…

The dirt!

Yesterday I puttered around in the garden. It reached warm temperatures here, so I dug a spot for the rosemary Beth rescued last year, and planted the bulbs from the bulb-bowl we bought for Idunna and Bragi. I’m skeptical of whether or not I planted them deeply enough, but I also was at the end…

Mother Night, Poseideia, Yule

Every year, Poseideia comes up, and every year I decide that I really ought to be doing something BIG and elaborate, a nice, long drawn out ritual with offerings and flowery sayings, praise upon praise heaped upon Poseidon, the most beloved god in my life. It never happens that way, because the moment I start…

Samhain Observances

This past Wednesday wrapped up our Samhain observances here at the Nunnery. Every Yule Beth and I sit down with our respective calenders and line up our festivals for the coming year. Last Yule we would experiment a bit with the astronomically-decided dates and observe the ones that we do observe based on the astronomical…

Noumenia, struggling, various navel-gazingness

Going from the high of post ritual to the low of utter failure is a bit like sixty to zero in no seconds flat, and can I ever do it! Of all the observations I’ve set aside, it’s oddly Noumenia that I’ve missed the most. Every month it comes and goes without my paying it…