How do you start your day? Is it grumbling that you don’t want to leave your warm comfortable bed? Is is full of groggy stumbling until you have that first cup (or pot) of coffee? Does it include any affirmation of your faith and beliefs? Maybe a thankfullness for getting up to experience another day?
I wake up groggy, and I usually don’t want to leave the sanctuary of warmth that are my covers and snuggly puppy. If I could figure out how my alarm clock would be a coffee IV. But my morning also includes a daily devotional. Before I get out of bed, once my eyes can stay open, I center myself and say a little something.
Right now it’s this:
Womb of darkness,
Glimmer of the dawn,
I arise from your embrace.
-Caitlyn Matthews, Celtic Devotional
Because I feel starting out the day with a connection to the Divine is just as important as that first cup of coffee, the morning shower, or putting your left sock on first. It establishes a pattern, a ritual and a connection. By starting my day with this little devotional, I tie all of my morning rituals up into a spiritual act.
The devotional I am using right now is not the devotional I always use, or what I will be using once February hits. I like to change them up from time to time. There is a reason behind this too.
It helps wake me up. If I have to think about the words, my mind is more engaged in the devotional itself. This is a fairly simple devotional, and one that took me about a week to memorize. By the time January wraps up it will be too easy for sleepy me to phone it in. And that defeats the purpose.
If you are living your spiritual path every day, why not add a little morning devotional to your mundane morning rituals?
- The Importance of Devotionals – Part Two – Evening
- Sample Devotionals
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From time to time my brain decides to fixate on things. Recently it’s been fixated on a friend who passed away. Many, many years ago. I remember the first time I could think about it without bursting into tears. That was a big step for me. Instead of tears, I got giggles of laughter. Why?
Because of the Summer Land. Read the rest of this entry »
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I work graveyards at a hotel now. It’s quiet, and lets me work on personal projects (like my leather journal) as long as my list of stuff gets done. Also, it means I get to deal with some ‘interesting’ people. I haven’t experienced random naked dudes yet, but I’m sure that’s coming.
Tonight I was approached by a guest mentioning he saw me reading yesterday (I wasn’t, so I think he saw me working on the cover for my journal) and wanted to know if I would like a copy of the Watchtower, and followed it up with I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to. Inside I was going “blech”, but I said sure I’d take one. He gave me a nice big smile and asked if he could put some on the coffee table in the lobby. I said sure, but then had to remove them after checking policy.
He was quite nice about it.
A bit later he came back down and asked me if he could share a couple of scripture passages with me that he thought I might like. Once again he told me I could say no. He also said he knew that it was my job to be nice, but I didn’t have to listen to him. I let him know that my roommate is a minister (Church of the Brethren) and that we discussed scripture and religion fairly frequently. I said, if you want to read some passages to me, you go a head.
They were a couple of tasteful passages. One about finding Jesus and the one true God. It had a line about he (in the male person, not God sense) which he amended to be more gender inclusive. And the other one was about God being the highest thing. Then he thanked me for listening and wandered off.
I feel a bit bad that I don’t remember what the passages were, but I was trying to fix something on the computer, and was only half listening.
I may ask him if I see him before the end of my shift.
I’m not big on door to door religious salesmen, at all. It tends to churn my stomach. But honestly, if you’ve going to be like he was, then sure, share your belief and passion about the Divine, I will totally listen. I’m not going to convert. But that doesn’t stop me from being polite and listening, or appreciating your belief in your Path.
But don’t show up on Samhain, be pushy about me needing to listen and expect me to drop what I’m doing to have you preach at me. It won’t end well.
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Our altar up the side of Mount Sentinel. Celebrated April 17th, 2011. Thank the Goddess for a ‘time that is not a time in a place that is not a place’.
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I have always called myself a Wiccan. As time has gone by it seems that Wicca is becoming known to only encompasses Anglo-Celtic pantheons. I could swear it didn’t mean that 14 years ago. Or, maybe it did and I just never read those books.
So I guess as definitions have changed so have I.
I mostly pay direct honor to the Celtic Deities. But have never felt the need to exclude the Norse, Assyrian, Babylonian, Hindu, or Greek/Roman Pantheons from my worship.
Does this mean I am no longer allowed to call myself Wiccan?
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