As I mentioned earlier today, I’m out with a spine injury right now. This means I’m not even at home, where all my things are, and am stuck convalescing (I have no idea if I spelled that right) in an apartment building that constantly smells of soup. (Ah, mature living. I cannot wait for that fate to be mine. Also, hello, Snarky Morag today.)
Now. Not that I had a consistent practice, or anything, but it also was just the start of the new year when my back went out and I was in the process of maybe, well, you know, fucking doing something.
I’d even managed to get one of my altars re-done and all pretty and didn’t even get a chance to take a picture of it before ow, bulging discs. (Which, bee tea dubs, hurts like crazy. Like “I want to die right now” crazy.) It’s my altar to Aphrodite and it’s gorgeous, I mean really special. I gave Her the entire top of my antique dresser, because She didn’t have much room in my previous arrangement and that was bugging me.
IRONY BEING I CANNOT HAVE SEX WITH MY INJURED BACK.
Ok, no, that’s not the WHOLE deal with Aphrodite, I know that. It’s just a big part of my deal with Her because She and I became acquainted at Her temple at the pagan gathering where I met my boyfriend — I prayed to Her and gave Her an offering and asked for Her blessing, because I was in need of love and solace. Voila: love of my life, best sex ever for four hours, no sleep, it was awesome. He gave me his bacon at breakfast. I should have realized then it was love.
Anyway, She delivers, all I’m saying, and I’ve been trying to set aside Fridays to give Her offerings. Hence the nice fancy altar.
FUCK I’M GETTING OFF TRACK.
So, the point I’m trying to make here in my convoluted rambling of no import is that I have set aside days that I see as sort of connected to my various deities. Wednesday is Manannan mac Lir’s day; Thursday is Morrigan’s; Friday is Aphrodite’s; and Sunday is Brighid’s. This gives me Monday/Tuesday/Saturday off and thank Them for that, because it’s honestly almost impossible for me to even remember Fridays for Aphrodite and my Cill shift schedule for Brighid.
And I’m trying to change that. I’m trying to be better about worshiping — even in a small way — every week.
So I had this epiphany (finally she gets to the fucking point, you loudly think): blogging. I don’t mean a simple blog post; I mean an entire blog, dedicated to each deity, where every week or every other week I write something as a dedication. It’s something I can do — within my vocation, my job, is writing. It has the option for multimedia. I will be not only offering to Them in a semi-permanent place, but I will be sharing those offerings with other devotees of Them — which is in itself an offering (in my not-so-humble opinion). And, best of all, it’s portable. I can do a blog post whenever I can get to a computer, and I never leave my laptop for any length of time. (Going to school, only, and only because I have a back injury.)
I’m going to try it, at least. I’m going to see how well it works. I have no idea what to call each blog, but expect links to them to show up in the next week or so. I’ll be doing them via blogspot, where I already have my Dedicant Path Notebook for my work on the ADF Dedicant’s Path. (And boy, can you see how much my cunctatitis affects me there! Holy fuck. It doesn’t help that I’m now having another crisis over hearth culture. Arg. But that’s another blog post. And one for over there.)
Ok, lovelies. See you tomorrow.
Or a month from now. WHO EVEN KNOWS.