We’re home and we’re safe.

Water flooding down our street.

Later yesterday afternoon we were able to go take a look at our neighborhood. Pretty scary looking. Our streets looked like rivers, with water flooded up over the sidewalks, lapping against our front lawn. Thankfully, that’s as far as the water came. It crested right against our door, but did not come into the house. Thank the gods!

We moved all of our stuff back in this morning. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool and it was a beautiful day. By the time we finished picking branches out of our yard and cleaning up the debris, you would never have known there was a hurricane. Amazing.

As I walked past my stripped down shrine in the process of reassembling the house, I felt something of a proud giggle coming from it. I had prayed with fervor that the house would be safe, and no damage done. The gods said, “We will protect Our shrine.” They gave me instructions on some heka to do to keep the house safe – something to be done in meditation after shrine. It worked exactly the way I was told it would. The heka and the work of the gods was effective, and our house and the shrine are safe. Nekhtet! 🙂

One Small Green Bag.

Impromptu Senut Shrine during Hurricane Irene When I came home from a short tour of the school where I am doing my graduate studies, I found my family stowing all of our belongings on the 2nd floor. We live in an area that floods whenever it rains, and we had been ordered to evacuate by the next evening. Hurricane Irene was coming up the coast.

Now here we are, camped out in a comfortable hotel room farther inland. The bulk of the storm has passed us by. To my right is a small green shoulder-bag, which contains my State shrine Icons, the tools for the State Rite, and the important parts of my Senut shrine.

In one, small green bag.

When I was packing, it amazed me that everything I needed to honor and serve my gods would fit into one small bag. It’s the smallest bag that we packed. The rest of our lives are wrapped up in suitcases and bags upon bags – but everything I need to hold in my hands to do work for the gods, well – that fits in one small green bag.

Yesterday I performed a mobile Senut, taking out the tools I had to say some quiet prayers in the hotel room. It was Senut Lite, with only a bottle of essential oil and an electric tea light, water for offerings and my icons. Still, I felt absolutely compelled to spend a moment in prayer. Even without the shrine, without the incense or the row of candles or the carefully picked offering bowls, I sat in the presence of Netjer, and was comforted. In the face of the raging storm, against a backdrop of ever-growing winds, I prayed.

It’s hard to articulate how I feel right now. We don’t know much about our home yet, which is located right near the water. There may be more silence from this blog than updates, while we reassemble ourselves after this (hopefully minor) disruption.