I've started an actual daily practice: lighting candles and giving coffee or tea (whatever my morning beverage is) to Hestia (who receives the first offering every day, traditionally, and the last offering every evening - I haven't done that, not sure if I will; spoons, etc). I don't say anything. It's a silent ritual. That may be because I'm currently battling a major depressive episode and I'm finding it very difficult to speak.
I'm keeping Her shrine where I do my morning ritual of drinking ALL THE COFFEE. This is partially because then I'll "remember" to give Her an offering, and partly because space for altars and shrines is at a "premium" in my new place (currently Aphrodite is sharing with my meditation altar) - one, because I am sharing this place with my partner and need to respect his [atheist-sometimes-bordering-on-anti-theist] space; two, because I am now hypercautious about what is in the main living area of the house - only what I am comfortable with other people potentially seeing. Guests, TV/internet/phone people, the "landlords." This means what
The Hestia shrine I have made inconspicuous enough, I hope. I've never actually "had" to be inconspicuous with my religion, so this isnew, to say the least. The other religious or semi-religious things out in the main area of the house are my ancestor altar, which is basically a bunch of pictures of dead people and animals and some of their personal effects, my Tara wall-hanging, my drum, interfaith prayer flags, and my Thangka - all of which can be explained away by my being a free spirited hippie Buddhist who misses zir grandparents and values peace and communication among people of different faiths. Which I am, and I do. I am just also more - and that "more" I don't want to be obvious anymore. I "dared," before I "knew," in my youth. Now I need to learn to be silent.
So.
Hoping to get a post up about March's TC Blog Project topic, Calendars, soon. I might also write about my depression. I don't know yet. I just now seem to be finding my feet back, and it's still shaky ground, shrouded in darkness.
-Morag
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