I've known for years that I was meant to work in a service-oriented position. In elementary school I thought that meant being a teacher. In high school, I waffled between psychology and music education. As an undergraduate student, I landed squarely on the side of psychology, in a tiny corner called "counseling". The funny thing … Continue reading Carrying Their Light, Every Day
A prayer I wrote to my gods recently, as I commuted to my internship site. Feel free to adapt for your own use with your own gods and ancestors. O Father mine, unlock the doors of my heart and mind that I may walk fully with others. O Mother mine, place your fire in my … Continue reading A Prayer.
So it has been eight years since my RPD. I remember back when I became Kemetic Orthodox, and I wondered what it would feel like to have been a part of something for eight years. I submitted my application for the Beginners' course just before I turned eighteen; at that point, the only thing I'd … Continue reading Eight.
No god designed the calendar that moves with us, that breathes with us, inhaling and exhaling years and milestones. We make the days sacred by our own design. We consecrate them with our plans, anoint them with our tears and sing hymns with the peals of our laughter. We nimbly navigate the scaffold of holy … Continue reading Number the Days
Khonsu has been particularly present in my life lately, with work for me to do. His instructions mostly consist of common sense practices - little things to keep the connection between Netjer and myself going. For example: I now say good morning to my gods and my Akhu. I also finally came up with a … Continue reading Learning the Moon
This week is Wingfest in the House of Netjer: a celebration of all winged Kemetic deities. I have resolved to honor four winged gods in particular this week: Ra, Khonsu, Djehuty and Heru-sa-Aset. Each deity has a particular meaning or place in my life, which I hope to share as we celebrate. Today I will … Continue reading Wingfest: Khonsu
... I sat breathlessly in the shrine at Tawy, barely able to watch as Hemet (AUS) - who I had only just met, then - cast handfuls of shells into a tray. I was anxious - I had been overwhelmed, strangely, by my Akhu reading. Partly because the deities who were associated with that reading … Continue reading Five years ago…