When I was perusing my old journals to look for content — and when I ultimately decided to release them back into the Earth — on Thursday night, I noticed a few things that surprised me about myself when I was younger: In my mid-teens, I wouldn't eat until I showered and prayed, and I … Continue reading Throwing Out Old Journals
I. O God, I have no laurel for a crown. The dust of dried leaves lies at my feet in this library whose volumes are countless. Here are the traces of all that I know, yet I open the pages and tear them out. Curled into flowers, strung together, they succumb to perfection as the … Continue reading The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance
This week, I offered an agalma to the Mousai, which I found on Etsy. I really love it — the artistry reminds me of my childhood because it's in a similar style to The Last Unicorn movie, which was heavily influenced by medieval tapestries. The incense is something I hadn't offered to the Mousai before, but … Continue reading Sunday Image: An Offering to the Mousai
After a brief thank-you for Hermes and the Mousai, I discuss blogging, the importance of editing, and finding efficacy.
In which I discuss some thoughts about the Mousai after doing routine religious offerings.
In which I shamelessly self-promote one of my projects.
In which I introduce a series of posts on the intersections of stuff I do with religious identity and start out by gushing about Hermes and writing and all of that other good stuff.