It's amazing how small things can help.

[kiya]

Last night sometime I developed the strange conviction that Someone wanted some whiskey on the house shrine. I even had a pretty good guess Who that would be. So when I got up I poured a couple of shots of Irish whiskey into a glass and set it on the offering spot on the shrine.

After a while, it occurred to me that I should probably burn some fraction of it, but I currently lack a convenient place to fling whiskey for incineration.

A little later, it occurred to me that I could pour it into the oil diffuser and at least make a reasonable attempt.

Whitney says, "... so fuckiing cool."
Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "Hmm?"
Whitney says, "I decided to put more whiskey in the oil diffuser when it boiled dry, and I now have a little column of blue flame in the diffuser."
Babbage [lstone] says, "Cool."
Whitney says, "I think I'll fill it a third time, for threes, and drink the last of it, for fours, and that will satisfy my need for ritual compromise in these circumstances."
Whitney says, "And also dance around like a six year old occasionally clapping with glee, because *so fucking cool*."
Whitney says, "I had the whiskey in the oil diffuser in the first place because I don't have a convenient place for a flame to make a burnt offering, you see."
Whitney says, "Aw, the fire's gone out."
Whitney keeps giggling manically. So cool.
Brooks ponders. Brighid is linked with hearth and fire and stuff, yes? So it seems rather appropriate that She accepted your offering by turning your oil diffuser into a hearth.
Whitney says, "Exactly!"
Brooks says, "And also fire, and I seem to remember what flames do to Kiya-stress (at least sometimes)."
Whitney says, "I'm positively delighted by this."

Comments

[ardaniel]

FIRE GOOD!

(Totally not going to be online until 9ish your time. Also may have pinkeye! win!)

[wedgex.livejournal.com]

ardaniel and I have gone back to my parent's place in Florida for Christmas the last two years, and we started a sort of informal tradition the first time of having an offering-- usually a symbol of more negative times in the past-- to burn for whichever one of the house gods feels the need or desire to accept it. (it is, for the most part, for Deer Old Dad, but, you know. Fire. It's hard to keep Brighid away from that, especially when Ard's involved.)

Anyway, we go to throw last year's offering into the firepit in my parent's back yard, and I can't find our usual accelerant. Without thinking, I pick up the phone and call my dad:

"Hey dad, where do you keep the mineral spirits now? I need to burn something."

It still boggles Ard a bit that asking such a question of one of my parents, while they're not home, merely yeilded an answer of, "Oh, under the sink next to the grill." and not, "WHAT ARE YOU BURNING?!?" I was raised by pyromaniacs, what can I say. :)

[arianadawnhawk.livejournal.com]

Blue fire, even. Neat!

[kiya]

A tall cone of blue flame shading to the more usual yellow-gold at the tip for a while. When it burned down it got oranger, but right at the outset, almost all blue.

So cool.

[luellon.livejournal.com]

That is cool!