Taking time off from serving as a priest of my deities has been one of the greatest blessings I have ever received. When I made the decision to temporarily suspend my service, I grieved a little. I felt like I was giving up, like I was losing a piece of myself, like I was a … Continue reading On sabbaticals.
After eight years of knowing my gods I feel like I'm starting over. I feel like I had reached a certain place with Them, where I knew my work and They knew that I would do that work and we were all on the same page. Now things have changed, and I'm not certain where … Continue reading Awkwardly…
AKA "Yes, Netjer wants you to wear deodorant." When I first became Kemetic, I was obsessed with ritual purity. I was dedicated to being as ritually pure in all things as possible. I was more than a little misguided. I read somewhere that the processed chemicals present in my body washes and shampoos were technically … Continue reading W’ab Wednesday: Ritual purity or ridiculous purity?
I've written about purity before. I think about purity a lot. I'm a w'ab priest -- the word w'ab means pure, or purity. So, I'm a purity priest. I have been presented before my community as pure in the service of the gods. The purity thing is kind of my job, so I feel like … Continue reading W’ab Wednesday: In Defense of Ritual Purity
Before I get to the meat of this post, I need to write a disclaimer: this post is in no way meant to be advice, counsel, or a suggestion for anyone's practices. This is only my story, shared in support. I actually don't recommend following my path, here. I chose it, and I know deeply … Continue reading A journey, a confession, a word of comfort.
This is a contribution to the Kemetic Round Table's discussion on Ritual Purity. For more information on this new project, go here! As a Kemetic Orthodox priest of purity (a W'ab priest), it would be easy for some to assume that since I work with purifications and purity, I therefore have an objective scale of … Continue reading Kemetic Roundtable: Ritual Purity.
I made it to shrine Tuesday night, vowed to go nightly, and then last night got hit with a wave of brain-cooties so strong it sent me to bed hours earlier than I'd planned. Onward, ever onward I suppose. Shrine centers me, but sometimes in that soft, gooey center there is also pain.