The Wind Shifts
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," honoring all deities from Neolithic to Not Really Mythic! I'm your host, Anne Johnson. Don't forget that name.
On September 1, I commence a brand new job as a high school teacher. I will have three classes of freshmen and three of sophomores. The classes are likely to be large. The classroom is small. I will be busy from dark to dark, even in these pre-equinox weeks.
The other night I lit up my new Shrine of the Mists from stem to stern, with candles at the four quarters and a phalanx of tea lights. In the process of meditating, I learned that Cernunnos will be my Companion in this endeavor. Even though my new job brings me into a concrete building, He will accompany me. When I return home (twice a week it will be after 9:00 p.m.), Queen Brighid the Bright will warm my hearth. What can be unbearable with this much help?
I am very mindful of the Establishment Clause in our Constitution. I am not going to discuss my theological views with my students. My faeries must remain anonymous. That's as it should be.
What I will do, no matter what, is keep "The Gods Are Bored" as lively and as updated as ever. This little blog is my oasis of sanity in a wild, wild world. Its theme of respect for deities everywhere and of every time will continue.
I will also endeavor to continue my personal mission to improve the quality of my upholstery and yours. In fact, I foresee a whole series of posts on choosing and maintaining the proper interior for your new car. You won't want to miss that, so check here early and often.
When Samhain comes I'll host a few Grand Tours to promote understanding of the holiday. When winter comes, the buzzards will return to Wenonah, and I will once again don the 40-pound vulture mascot suit. Spring will bring the Fairie Fest. The Wheel of the Year will still turn, I'll just have to push a lot harder at the plow.
I feel like I'm stepping off a cliff. I'm a writer who has to learn to be a teacher ... while in mid-air.
Bless me, bored gods. My aim is true.