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From Odin this morning:

Before anything else: your gods, your husband, your daughter, your ancestors.


I need to connect and center on what's most important, what's foundational, for me before I reach out and start connecting with others through my internet communities -- which is the backward way I've been acting for the past several years.

Also: now that I'm in a place where I'm no longer starved for energy and emotional stability, it's time for me to start finding out what the gods would like from me in the way of devotional practices and offerings.

Connecting with my ancestors is a whole new area of my spiritual life, and it's progressing slowly -- but it is progressing. I've found a place for an ancestor altar, and I'm starting to trace back my family tree -- which is surprisingly easy, given a good genealogy program attached to one of the major genealogy websites. It turns out a lot of my extended family has done a lot of research and made it available to share. I'm starting to learn about where I came from.

My mom has just put a lot of effort into make a whole series of family scrapbooks, and I'm going to find out what I can about my ancestors through those -- and hopefully get some scans of the photos. I also have living extended family in the region who might be able to share photos and stories with me.

Fail

Oct. 3rd, 2009 10:41 am
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I seriously fucked up last night.

I had made a commitment to both Ereshkigal and LM that I would dedicate several hours of quality time to them, but it didn't happen.

Eventually I realized what time it was.
Eventually I gathered my wits and collected my focus.
Eventually I made an offering of myself, which was accepted -- but there was more of a feeling of duty to it (on their side as well as mine) than the mutual joy and delight that I had intended.

When I went to sleep afterward, I dreamed that I was vacationing in LM's least favorite place on earth, and that I dropped and lost one of the earrings that were his favorites when he was alive.

I've felt like shit all morning.

Ereshkigal is remote, reserved. She's not the smiting type, but if I'm not holding up my end of the relationship She doesn't batter down my door either. She hasn't abandoned me utterly, but by removing Herself to a distance, She lets me know that I need to shape up.

I feel especially sick about LM. It was hard to approach his altar a little while ago to do my morning devotions. I felt guilty, ashamed, unworthy. He didn't deny his disappointment in me nor his desire that I do better in the future -- but he did hold out one piece of reassurance that had never occurred to me before: You are trying to maintain a relationship that you could never have imagined a couple of years ago. There was nothing in your life that could have prepared you for this. I need you to not give up, to keep working at it -- and I promise that I will not give up on you.

It brought me to tears.

[livejournal.com profile] a_belletrist is going to be here in a few minutes to do an important ritual with me. After that, I need to approach Ereshkigal and LM again. Even if I don't manage the more elaborate devotions I had planned for last night, I need to spend some focused time with them.

I was browsing books online this morning and saw one called Wasting Time with God -- or something like that it. It was about how dedicating the time to develop a more intimate, mystical, personal relationship with God can look like "wasting time" on the outside. You would think I would know better, but I keep losing track of that. I also feel like I need to develop more personal rituals, to give some shape and structure to my devotional time. I'm just not sure how to do that yet.

Part of me wants to offer some kind of penance for last night, but the other part of me knows that's not the answer. Penance is no substitute for tender, open-hearted presence and attentiveness. For loving companionship. That's what I denied all of us last night. For someone like me, in a situation like this, penance would be more masturbatory than meaningful.
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"Integration" is a big theme for me right now, as is "mindfulness." One of the tasks that's been in the back of my mind for a while is that of mapping out just what being a priestess means to me on a day-by-day basis.

The following is what I have so far. As always, it is subject to revision and not intended to be prescriptive for anyone else.

The heart of being a priestess is my relationship with my gods. Everything centers there; everything else grows from there. As with human beings, nurturing a divine relationship involves time, caring, and two-way communication. My spiritual relationships are nurtured by prayer (spiritual-speak for "conversation"), worship, journeying, meditation, and daily connection rituals.

The disciplines of magical practice, energy work and meditation are the tools of personal refinement. They make me more effective in serving the will of the gods, on this plane as well as others. Without the skill and knowledge to act on them meaningfully, good intentions are nothing more than warm, fuzzy feelings and only count for so much.

Ideally, the combination of relationship and refinement result in a heart and mind that are capable of experiencing and expressing deeper love and compassion, fairness, generosity, calmness, and joy -- and the will and capacity to express and act on them in meaningful ways. My own performance in this area is spotty, but I remain convinced by Emanuel Swedenborg and my friend [livejournal.com profile] lovetakesyouin that unless the spiritual life results in meaningful acts of love and service, it falls short of its purpose. What these acts are is between an individual and their gods. We all serve in different ways. The point is that my spiritual life should ultimately be about more than just my own personal development and well-being.

I also remain convinced that my physical health and well-being are -- or should be -- part of my priestess work. If I'm too tired or in poor condition, my ability to engage in relationship, to maintain my disciplines, and to be of use to someone other than myself is compromised. Similarly, keeping my hearth in order gives me a peaceful, energetically clean space in which it is easier to focus and be productive.

For me personally, everything else emerges out of this foundation. I want my priestess life to also include teaching and spiritual direction with others, magical and temple work, observing holidays with my daughter and other friends, and etc. But without the fundamentals, the rest isn't going to happen -- or if it does, it will fall short of what I'm truly capable of.
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I bring flowers to Her: my goddess, my mistress, my queen.

She receives me in Her throne room: a vast, subterranean grotto of stone with hard, dusty floors. Her seat is grand but stark, Her robes dark and severe. She combines the beauty of eternity with the grimness of every reminder of mortality, and She very seldom smiles.

My gift catches her off guard. I have never before seen surprise in Her flickering eyes.

The flowers are simple: wildflowers from the meadow I passed through on my way to the dark entrance of the underworld. There are beauties and treasures beyond description in Her realm, but none of the beauties of the Great Above.

I hold out the humble bouquet to Her. The reds and purples and golds and whites are dimmed but not quenched in the shadows. She traces their petals with a careful finger, looks up at me with studied amusement that isn't quite convincing. "Thank you," She says.

I go to my knees before Her. "I wanted to give you something you did not already have, my lady." I do not add that I had considered bringing her silk flowers, ever-blooming, but denying the fragility of life seemed wrong. These will eventually wither and die, but that honors Her place in the cycle.

Of course I do not need to speak; She hears my every thought.

She bends down, caresses my cheek with fingers that carry the faint scent of the flowers, and kisses me on the mouth, tasting of ashes and myrrh.

In the press and mundanity of my daily life it's easy to forget that I love Her, forget Her generosity, Her passion, Her stern guidance. Sometimes I forget that She loves me.

It is good to remember.
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