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."