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lonesparkToday at work the teacher was reading Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief to the class. I have never read any of those books and I did see a small part of the first movie, but not the interesting-looking bit with the elevator into the clouds. The section being read was about Percy being at camp and eating for the first time AND THEN THEY OFFERED FIRST FRUITS TO THE GODS AND I COULDN'T BREATHE RIGHT.
It was a singular experience. On one level, it was like finding other people who love something you love, or remember something important to you. We don't do that in my household, although I'm considering starting. (And do they, in the books, make chthonic offerings as well as burnt ones?) We're pretty much an All Libations, All the Time household at the moment. Well, no, there's flowers and incense and other stuff. Stones. But generally when we offer food we don't burn it...
The details aren't the point, though. It was just this thrill of having something important to my faith acknowledged in unexpected circumstances. As though just being there listening was nearly an act of worship in itself.
It was a singular experience. On one level, it was like finding other people who love something you love, or remember something important to you. We don't do that in my household, although I'm considering starting. (And do they, in the books, make chthonic offerings as well as burnt ones?) We're pretty much an All Libations, All the Time household at the moment. Well, no, there's flowers and incense and other stuff. Stones. But generally when we offer food we don't burn it...
The details aren't the point, though. It was just this thrill of having something important to my faith acknowledged in unexpected circumstances. As though just being there listening was nearly an act of worship in itself.
