Meme: Day 17 – Your favourite memory/17. My ways of worship

[witchscauldron]

My Favorite Memory

This isn't a singular memory, but it's my favorite. My favorite is a mosaic of all the times I've lounged around in bed with barkman, in that soft hazy warmth of skin on skin. It's a very intimate familiarity, not one I nescessarily consider to be sexual, and it's something I adore. Comfort food for the brain.

I grew up in a family that didn't touch much, so the idea that people do this was sort of foreign territory, until I met J. I don't share a whole lot of myself, very often, so the idea that I trust someone enough to share intimacy took some getting used to. Now I don't think I'd do well for long, without it.




How I Worship

Daily, I maintain shrines. I keep them clean, and I make offerings of flame and incense, sometimes other things when they're appropriate or in season. I talk to my Gods every day, whether it's formal or not. I try to pay attention to the little things around me.

I don't so much worship, as express, or celebrate my spirituality. I sing. I tend to express many things through song. Sometimes I'll play a musical instrument, although I haven't done that in a very long time. I bead. I might paint a mandala, or create a wall-hanging or ornament. I might make a ritual tool. Somewhere along the line I decided that I was happier doing, than thinking, so I do things.

More infrequently, I perform ritual, whether on my own or with my coven. I'm very out of the habit of doing things on my own in the time between Sabbat meetings at coven, which is something I want to work on. My own rituals vary widely on their content and style, depending on my mood, and what I'm doing.

Things I do almost never: Write. I don't write a whole lot of things anymore, liturgical or otherwise. Occasionally a poem bubbles up, or I get an idea for a ritual, but that's practically an event these days. I also don't dance. I don't feel comfortable dancing - I'm clumsy and awkward, and also stiff and sore most of the time, which tends to curtail my desire to try. I'm not certain much can make me dance anymore, outside my mother pushing me into an intertribal at a pow-wow, or the occasional circle dance at coven.