Thunderer

The sky is bigger in Texas, you know,
so big and blue you can almost drink it,
so big that looking at the horizon you can imagine the curve
of the earth, the swell of Gaia’s breast.

I know Zeus then,
when his eyes are bright sunny blue and his laughter
easy,

but a god’s smile is always sharp, you know,

and so when his eyes darken to grey,
not bright like his favored daughter,
but true, dark grey
dark like the bellies of supercells,
the wombs of cyclones,
his fist full of blue fire and his voice
a howl,

I know him then, that lordly son of Kronos,
I know him as I know my home.

Prayer beads for Hermes- don’t know why it didn’t want to post before

One of my favorite altar setups since Redwood City and fresh flowers

Petition for more thick goddesses

I wanna see Aphrodite with rosy pink hair and cheeks to match stepping out of the sea and the water flowing down thunderous thighs.

I want to see Demeter with ample hips and a tummy, carrying in the harvest that she’s damn well going to eat.

I want to see Hera as a short, stocky hispanic woman who has six kids under her feet and rules her household with a fair but cast iron skillet.

I want to see Artemis with an athlete’s body; sprinting swift through the mountains with runners calves and biceps/triceps that can punch you through drywall.

I want more thick goddesses.