Tag: the gods

I’m gonna ramble about gods for a minute

It’s Artemis. I love her, I really do- but I feel like she’s fading out of my life. She has been for a while, and I don’t think I’ve tried hard enough to stop her. I keep thinking I used to feel such a strong connection, ever since I was a very little girl, and wondering where that’s went- and then I realized, it was because I was a young girl. I’ve always been wild at heart, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve been…domesticated. I’m no longer a dirty, barefoot teenager with brambles in her hair eating apples right off the tree. I still belong to myself, but now I also belong to another, and I’ve begun to settle into my adult responsibilities.

Maybe Artemis will come back when I need her most; when I’m alone and feral and hungry, and I’ll run and hunt and devour with her again when I most need to abandon my senses. But until then…I dunno. No other can truly take the place she’s been, but there are others coming into my life. I pray to Hermes most frequently now, and Dionysus has been in the back of my head for a while. I have a lovely chocolate colored peacock feather that I’ve been meaning to offer Hera- I mean, maybe at this stage of my life it’s Hera that I should be looking to as my Lady. I’ve been thinking about someday settling down and having kids and getting tenure and a permanent house, like a proper adult…And I’m kind of sad that I feel like I’m losing Artemis, but…maybe that’s just the way it is, getting older. I’ll always want to be one of her nymphs, hunting and dancing, but maybe I’ve already played the bear and I’m being made to move on. 

bayoread:

underthepleiades:

ofmoonlightandthesun:

bayoread:

I like the modern interpretations of the gods, I really do.

But.

Can I have something else rather than Zeus in a business suit being a slut with his PA/secretaries?

Can I have Zeus the Thundering as the leader of a biker gang, on a growling Harley Davidson with lightning bolts painted on the tank?

Perhaps he runs a homeless shelter and dons an apron to help in the kitchen when they’re short staffed. Encouraging the olds vets and everyone else to share their stories with him while they eat.

Can I have Judge Zeus who’s always fair and doesn’t let the scum bags slip through the cracks. A Judge who thinks that women still have full reproductive rights with their own bodies.

Maybe he’s on his last tour with the Royal Marines and all the young’ens call him ‘Dad’, but he’s the first one to suggest strapping himself to the outside of an Apache helicopter to rescue a wounded comrade on enemy territory?

Yaaaaaaas.

I am inspired to make my own for Artemis cause omfg almost all the modern gods posts for Her make me want to scream in rage and cry all at the same time.

Zeus Sêmaleos (Giver of Signs) works construction, winking at a single mom in a minivan as she takes a detour and ends up dropping her kids off at school at the same time as a man she knew in high school.

Zeus Xenios (of Strangers, of Hospitality) runs a bed and breakfast just off a highway. There’s always a vacancy for the weary traveler. He shows them to their room and reminds them to come down for a dirink if they can’t sleep.

Zeus Eleutherios (of Freedom) joins in the protest alongside a group of veterans, lending his booming voice to their cause.

Yaas. ❤

Prayer to Hephaestus

He, the Sooty God, who’s thundering forges melt metal and earth
Skillful, quickfingered god who has granted me favor
I thank you with these offerings of frankincense
I offer you sweet wine
I offer you the meat and fat of the thigh
I pray my words have reached your ears, small words on small wings
Heard under the blows of your mighty hammer
Each time I light my kiln, rough fingered God, I thank you

4 am

Hermes: *pokes* I want a better altar.
Me: Okay, what would you like? Keep it simple though, I’m trying to keep you on the down low from the fam.
H: Okay… How about a statue of me, a bunch of amber, a bouquet of honeysuckles, some strawberries and to top it off at least 20 pictures of me.
Me: umm…
H: and instead of a candle lets do sparklers.

Hephaestus, God of the Forge

wanderingthroughmythology:

Hephaestus doesn’t get out much, but he likes it that way. The world is superficial, and he has had enough experience with that from his family. He is an introvert in every sense of the world and from his solitude stems his exquisite creations of gold, silver and bronze. People are amazed at the beauty he has weaved into metal, a stark contrast to the maker that holds it. With sweat on his brow and a brace on his leg, he knows he’s not a looker but he doesn’t care. And despite it all, he has a heart of gold that the world cannot touch, and will help almost anyone who needs it. He can see the worth in anything and everyone, and knows that beauty is not as important as function. Maybe that is why his creations are so lifelike.

Queen Hestia,
daughter of mighty Kronos,
mistress of ever-burning fire,
you dwell in the center of the house.
May you raise the holy initiates
in these sacred rites,
may you grant them unwithering youth,
wealth as well, prudence and purity.
Home of the blessed gods,
men’s mighty buttress,
eternal, many-shaped,
beloved, grass-yellow,
smile, O blessed one,
kindly accept these offerings,
waft upon us prosperity,
breathe upon us gentle-handed health.

Orphic Hymn to Hestia, as translated in The Orphic Hymns by Apostolos N. Athanassakis and Benjamin M. Wolkow

         
 
 
 
 
(via daughter-of-artemis)

ARTEMIS is waiting outside my window. I shut my eyes tight and whisper to her, but she just puts a finger to her lips and smiles. She is telling me to wait, and I fall asleep with her weaving moonlight into a blanket.

HERA sits in my dining room, fingers arched and an eyebrow raised at my dusty wicker chairs. “What’s for breakfast?” She asks. I make pancakes and she doesn’t eat them. Hera never eats them.

APHRODITE peeks coyly from my bathroom, and we laugh as she braids my hair and tells me about the boy down the street who keeps asking her for advice. I do her makeup and we put on matching earrings. The boy down the street waves as we skip down the sidewalk.

ATHENA is lounging on my couch. She is unreadable, but Netflix is open and I can hear her muttering about a new episode. I make popcorn and she tells me about the time she taught a film class at a community college.

PERSEPHONE is lying down in my backyard, and I put up the hammock. We stay there until late at night and she teaches me the names of all the constellations. I tell her I knew someone named Orion once, and she lets out a tinkling laugh. “Didn’t we all?” She says. We fall asleep to the sound of crickets.

ARTEMIS is waiting outside my window. I keep my eyes open and I sit on the roof with her as we tell stories about little girls who grow up to be wishgranters.

no, you are never alone (via fl0wer-kids)

god of bright lights

pxlytrxpus:

hermes,
the city is alive around me
i feel your pulse in the updraft, your whisper in the static mumbling of strangers
glad hearted messenger, this city is yours

agoraeus, your touch makes every store a sanctuary,
a haven of coin and possibilities
weaving new stories with every potential transaction
aided by a stroke of luck and your nimble fingers

do you sing with apollo on the street corners?
do you wait with hestia at the train stations?
do you favor the pick pockets, the swindlers and the street magicians?
do you bless the children of your streets with a kind word and a gold coin?

swift son of maia, do you race along the electronical livewire?
we lift our phones in salute of your rapid fire thought
information flowing like water
we drink through our eyes
parched for divinity we didnt know we were yearning for

busy one, you rule over the metropolis lights that never go out
hermes, all bus routes lead to you