Yes, that's right. This month, "The Gods Are Bored" turned five. I can hardly believe it. When you love doing something, time doesn't matter. In case you haven't noticed, I love to blog.
For our fifth anniversary, here's a little wisdom from a very silly person.
Dance to the music of your soul. Within you is an orchestra. You are the conductor and the principal performer. When all is in balance, my, what fine symphonies you perform!
As the conductor, you are empowered to keep your inner musicians in harmony. If one section begins to blare or go off tune, study the problem -- and you can correct it.
Listen for the laughter of the bored gods. They exist amongst us, the glorious divinities that accompanied us onto the lion-infested plain, out of the warm lands and into the steppes, across the seas and deep into the mountains. Their names and deeds may be forgotten, but their love lives on. In all that we do for and upon the Earth, we should remember those who have gone before -- both deities and humans.
Pour blessings for your ancestors. Pour blessings for those to come. Pour blessings for the deity who saved your ancestress from the lion. She lived, and because of that, you live. Blessed be mother, Mother, and all Great Ancient Mothers.
We need not know their names. Our libations are still pleasing to them.
Thank you to everyone who reads "The Gods Are Bored." It is our pleasure ... trust me ... it is our pleasure to serve you.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
"Eyeball Vulture," site signature drawing, by The Heir.