Hellenic Polytheist Practice While Disabled 1: Introduction

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Today I woke up at five minutes to ten. I had meant to attend today’s local Unitarian Universalist service, perhaps to provide a polytheist perspective on the week’s topic, perhaps only to hear other perspectives and to interact with local people whose religious values in many (though not all) respects are similar to mine. But I had forgotten to set my alarms, and services begin at ten.

Today I poured out brief libations to a litany of Deities and then brushed my teeth; lit a candle to Hestia, used the same lit match to render a bowl of water into a bowl of holy water, and took a shower. Today, tired and in pain from that small exertion, I sat down on my sofa, opened my laptop, and hardly moved again till after noon.

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Silver Limnad

The sky is gray today, a patch of blue
reflected on the silver of the lake.
I note a current: nymph, it seems, awake.
I seek her friendship, but what do I do?
My lavender grows green, rosemary too;
a sprig of each I to the lakeside take.
There is no miracle, no mind’s earthquake,
and yet I know today I’ve seen her face.
My offering accepted: walk away,
the tiny lakeside pebbles pricking feet.
I don’t know how to speak to Queens of place.
I saw reflection; the sky is gray today:
I must have done—but have I done?—what’s meet.

go read this. ASAP.

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.

Wind the Labyrinth

Begin with Ariadne’s ball of thread

You walk upon the bones of those
Who passed this way before
You roll the bones

You turn the game-show wheel of fortune

Each twisting path is all the same
You spin and spin and spin and spin
How often have you spun this way before?

Sweat stings and it’s so hot in here
A gadfly or a whip-cut?

Staccato dance
Surrounded yet alone

Shadow puppets
Who pulls your strings?

Wash the fleece and card the fleece
And draft the roving into strips
You spin and spin and spin and spin
How easily wool fiber snaps
How strong once spun to thread

Ariadne’s ball of thread
A ripe apple’s like in size
They tried to bury us
They didn’t know we’re seeds

A cross, four curves, four dots
Join each to each around and round
Two lines, one black, one red
The labyrinth winds back and forth
A spiral
A mirror at the center
Who are you?

Sponsored for publication by Elizabeth Barrette in barter for her poem “Until the Restoration

Athena Agon Wrap-Up

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.