Having redecorated my altar this week, with a nice green cloth and polishing my tools and altar tchotchkes and otherwise rearranged things I took some time to engage in my practice today, between writing and laundering.

Lighting the “spirit” candle that is usually lit when working at the altar for any reason, I then re-arranged some of the items on it to make way for a libation and offering cup, lit some Lavender incense (lavender for remembrance) blessed the water and poured it in offering and offered some dry barley to be sprinkled out onto the ground outside my bedroom window later on…

“I make an offering of incense unto the Gods and Guardian Spirits of  this home, my hearth, and my heart.  I pour a libation of water unto the Gods and Guardian Spirits of this home, my hearth, and my heart.  I make an offering of barley unto the Gods and Guardian Spirits of this home, my hearth, and my heart.”

Then I said a few private words of thanks/blessing/greeting to the Holy Powers and to some of Them whom I hold especially dear.

Then, using a ceramic cup to get some more water from my tap, I blessed and purified the water, poured it into my Chalice and stood before the altar.  I took some time to breathe into my Chakra’s and then uttering the prayer

“Holy Powers, help me in my work.”

I picked up the Chalice and took all of those things which needed grounding, which needed passion or emotional healing, all of those things which needed Will, all of those parts of me needing Compassion, all the things unspoken or needing creativity, all of those things I needed to better perceive and all those things I perceived but wasn’t acting on, and all of those parts of me needing the touch of the Divine, and poured them into my Chalice.

Then I drank the cool cleansing waters of healing, I drank back in the energy, the power, the potential and possibilities within me.

“Who is this flower above me, and What is The Work of This God, I would know myself in all my parts, blessed be, so mote it be.”

I relished it all for a few moments, and then back to the mundane work and is a part of The Work and onto the Laundry and the writing and the thinking and the plotting.  Tonight an overnight shift and hopefully some reading.  Tomorrow, Church at the local U.U.