In catching up with a blogroll that I have neglected since April, I came across this post by Kaye. She discusses being overwhelmed by the juggling of gods and spirits, trying to sort Them into a schedule that allows her the time to give Them all honor. It’s familiar to me: it seems like every time I build some grandiose schedule of plans, everything falls apart.
My recent major fallow time came with my brief relationship with Persephone and the way it managed to quickly crumble under my feet. When I moved back to Boston at Wep Ronpet, I finally began to pick up the pieces. As I am currently couch surfing and subletting in my attempt to find a long-term place to stay, I move frequently. In my second location, I had a private room, where I made the large windowsill into a shrine. For a few weeks I did a daily rite (Senut), and it felt grand. Then I moved into another location. Here, I am on a couch in a living room with no privacy. My shrine goods are packed away, to be unused until I can find some safe space for them again.
It hasn’t taken long for me to feel empty again. I reached out to the community on Tumblr and received a lot of great suggestions, but have yet to really act on them. It’s taken me a while, but I think it’s time to have Zep-Tepi in my life again.
So, I can’t do Senut – not by traditional means, at least. Not even a travel shrine is happening where I am. I can, however, return to crafting, learning, and writing. These are all things I have done in the past, why stop because I can’t put together a shrine? I can start to figure out how to do pocket magix – little pieces of heka drawn onto folded up papers from my pocket book. I can knit my hippos, I can write my modern myths. I can read Pinch’s Magic in Ancient Egypt, which I picked up at the Harvard Coop, and with which I have been very pleased. I can continue to reach out to the rest of the Kemetic and pagan communities via forums and Tumblr and Facebook.
I am a deity-focused polytheist. The devotee-Divine relationship is something I have hungered for since childhood. Being as head-blind as I am, it’s hard to remember that Netjer is with me regardless of what rituals I may – or may not – be performing. They are manifest everywhere! They live in the people of Kemet, those bloggers and friends that I keep in touch with; They live in the joy of creative work; They are in the reading of fiction and non-fiction that I have begun; They are in this city that I adore.
I only need to begin to look.