Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored" on Solstice!
Abandon all hype, ye who enter here.
(Wow. That's a good one. May recycle it.)
Solstice preparations are under way, and all gods, bored and active, are warmly welcomed! We here at "The Gods Are Bored" subscribe to the theory that heaven is like a grocery store. No one food has all the nutrients you need, just as no one god can fill every single human being's spiritual hunger, all over the globe, from the dawn of humankind to the present day.
Look around you at the abundance! Oranges, apples, bananas, kiwi fruit, brussels sprouts (okay, I heard that. You don't have to look at the brussels sprouts). Goat milk. My, I am fond of goat milk.
The gods are the stuff in the grocery store that is good for you, that nourishes your body. The natural products that soothe and stimulate.
The other stuff in the grocery store, the trans-fat and sugar-laden, chemical laced, artificially flavored and colored poisons in the bright, pretty boxes -- well, those are the dogma that blind good people to the realities of everyday magic!
Keep the gods, ditch the dogma.
Or look at it this way. You're in Boston, and you've got to get to Tampa. Is there only one road that can take you there? Do you have to hop on I-95 with all the tourists and the Bob's Big Boy rest stops? Or could you amble along a network of byways, take a little longer, see some inspiring sights, and get to Tampa all the same?
Ditch the dogma. There are so many ways to get to Tampa. Some lead through Albuquerque.
In the sacred names of Robin, Marion, Orphee, and Bridgit the Bright, and all the fun folk of Sidhe, I greet and bless you!
Take the long way home. Plenty of daylight today.
FROM ANNE, THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
PS - to visit my home, scroll down to June 20.