I. To Elpis (Hope) Elpis, you remain in the jar, the potential of libations. Before words are spoken, on the tip of the tongue, among our racing desires, adventurous, grasping thoughts, you shine like a struck nebula, dispensing grace like flowers. You are the brightness we grasp, unseeing the Fates who know the topography of … Continue reading Maxim 62: ἐλπίδα αἴνει
Kyklos Apollôn's listserv is not very active anymore (although I've heard the group is somewhat active on Facebook now). A decade ago, I wrote two short poems for use during the ritual, which was/is timed to occur when the sun rose at Delphi each Sunday morning. It was usually in the middle of the night … Continue reading Two Poems for Apollôn’s Circle
This is the prayer I actually use when I finish doing my morning offerings — which end, coincidentally, when I'm about to pack up my bag and head out to work. I pray to Hekate, to Hermes, and to Apollon Agyieus, the guardians of the space [or gate, if I'm feeling very poetic] between the … Continue reading A Threshold Prayer
There's nothing like making offerings to Deo and Persephone on a night when the wind is blustery and harsh against the windows and the sky is shaking with rain. I bought some pomegranates this weekend on sale. I've been meaning to offer some of the seeds, so tonight, I cracked open a ripe pomegranate and … Continue reading Some Offerings on a Blustery Night
Great Mnêmosynê, powerful Titaness, you hold the lake that bears your name. Many claim to know you, yet grasp only at ephemeral echoes within themselves. Your waters are a vessel reflecting Nyx back upon herself — you hold stars so deep within that they become abyssal, unending — what was, what is, what has always … Continue reading To Mnêmosynê
In my Twitter feed a few days ago, I saw Shivam Bhatt's advice about what to do (in a Hindu context) for religious activity in 10 minutes a day. I really liked that tweet, and I like that he quote-tweeted himself to share his suggestions with others — I think that it is very important … Continue reading What You Can Do in 10-15 Minutes
A poem for Thargelia.