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I go into shrine space a minimum of twice a lunar month.
Today, there was the giving of thanks for the love in my life, the comfort and support and strength that surrounds like the sweetness of the incense smoke; there was confession to fear and difficulty, pouring it out like the pouring of the water libations.
I've threaded my studies into these rituals, adding kala ritual to the things I do do there; as I speak to the gods, I come to know what it is that I need to unbind. I rarely know ahead of time.
Today as I spoke of fear one of the cats curled up in my lap, what amount of lap there is as I kneel. I took the cup and breathed out the things that needed to be made kala; purify me, make me true.
I feel more aligned, even if my hip is not. (Ow.)
Today, there was the giving of thanks for the love in my life, the comfort and support and strength that surrounds like the sweetness of the incense smoke; there was confession to fear and difficulty, pouring it out like the pouring of the water libations.
I've threaded my studies into these rituals, adding kala ritual to the things I do do there; as I speak to the gods, I come to know what it is that I need to unbind. I rarely know ahead of time.
Today as I spoke of fear one of the cats curled up in my lap, what amount of lap there is as I kneel. I took the cup and breathed out the things that needed to be made kala; purify me, make me true.
I feel more aligned, even if my hip is not. (Ow.)
