I began my calendar year 2018 in the shower, washing 2017’s dust from my feet. And then I went to sleep.
…yes, I’m now typing this at one pm, shush.
Over the Moon’s First Foot tarot spread can be used in a divinatory manner (shuffle cards face-down and draw) or a spellcasting manner (choose cards face-up). I chose the latter.
I set my intention for the year: TEMPERANCE. Discipline, and creativity, and rainbow hues, and I hope my Gods’ blessing.
I release: DEVIL. Fuck fascism! Fuck the kyriarchy!
I welcome: the prosperity of EMPRESS, abundant and graceful. The home of STAR, healing and hopeful. The spirituality of STRENGTH, independent and transformational. The good cheer of SUN, bright and warm.
I seek a partnership founded in: JUDGMENT, loving and giving and rainbowy.
May it be. May it be. May it be.
And a very Happy New Year!
Disabilities that cause executive dysfunction—I have four such—make it difficult to develop one’s will.
Concerning the Spirits of Art by Lo Keen is a twenty-page zine that is well worth the $4 I spent to get a copy. I need to read it at least eight more times.
A couple pull quotes:
[W]hat is art but co-creation? Just as the Gods often crafted the earth and its inhabitants from some extant enspirited creature or material, so too must the artist work with an enspirited media, each with its own manner and way of being, to bring some thing into existence. This covenant between artist and medium has been broken. And as animists and peoples of many Gods, it should be one of our chiefest goals to restore this right relationship.
The artists of these [ancestral] cultures were neither priests nor shaman, but craftspeople. Yet, note how they occupy similar space while undertaking the work. We, as modern animist and polytheist artists, might look to these kinds of historical roles when framing ourselves now.
Art is often spirit work, whether we are aware of it or not.
Profound words. I, as an artist and hopeful priest, need to spend a lot of time thinking this over.
I want to publicly apologize to Jessi Robinson and Amanda Forrester for taking so long about acknowledging and posting their Athena Agon entries. It seems I have two (or three! how exciting!) previously undiagnosed chronic illnesses, and they’re flaring each other up and have been for almost a month. I say this to explain myself, not to excuse myself; Jessi, Amanda, I am most sorry.
Since two of the four entries have only just been posted, I will divine for, announce, and contact the Agon winner tomorrow.
My ADHD (inattentive) diagnosis is all formal now; has been for nearly three weeks. My meds have been added to accordingly.
…I am actually accomplishing things with ever so much more ease now than before. As a case in point, while I have been consistently doing laundry weekly, until last weekend I had not folded laundry in some months. Clean Laundry Mountains could be found in the corridor between the coat closet and the sofa. The laundry is all folded and even away. I further succeeded in folding all the laundry I did this past weekend, and it is piled neatly in a basket in my bedroom—I don’t have room to put away most of that, actually, I need to reduce my wardrobe size (or get more clothes storage space). I repeat: I had been procrastinating folding laundry for months. Amazing what one can get done when one doesn’t have to stare down the vicious dragon of Can’t before one can get to the actual project!
I owe Athena Paionia such a thanks-gift, and I hope Hestia Polyolbos is pleased with the offerings of housework labor I have been making. Certainly I find my home to be a much more pleasant living space when it’s clean[er]—though I hate cleaning!