Some Hellenic rambling below the cut…
I was told earlier today that Persephone all but yelled in a fellow polytheist’s ear, “TELL JEZ I SAY HI.” She’s been on my mind a lot lately, as I’ve been casting about for another deity to worship. Finding Lucifer was incredible and life-altering, but I also kept feeling like there was someone missing. After some research into other pantheons & glances at ‘which goddess fits you’ type quizzes, I finally came back around to the one who’s been there all along, from my favorite myth for as long as I can remember. Both of these two seem like they’ve been present in my life since childhood, just on the fringes of my consciousness until I was ready to try reaching out to them.
As I’ve continued to read and research (since this is my first time venturing into the Hellenic pantheon in any sort of literal, theistic sense), I wanted to talk about Persephone and to call myself a devotee of hers…but I kept feeling like I was being stopped at the gate, like I hadn’t earned it yet. Where Lucifer enjoys frank, philosophical discussions, I was getting the sense that Persephone actually wants a bit more of a formal devotion - and it’s just occurring to me now that ‘has a problem committing’ was something Lucifer had observed about me, but, in his less direct way, he was more willing to just back off and let me stew until I sorted out what I wanted to do. That wasn’t going to fly with Persephone - I could walk away, of course, but I couldn’t call myself one of hers if I wasn’t going to do anything for her.
And then, of course, as I sat here reading & oohing over pretty pomegranate-tinged imagery, I kept having this thought every time I saw a list of suggested devotionals: ‘Water your houseplants.’ Over and over and over. (I have a lovely shelf & windowsill in my living room covered in potted plants, herbs and strawberries, and one mosquito-deterring plant that smells of lemon, plus a tiny flowering thing that I don’t know the name of, all brought inside for the winter & still going strong…except when I neglect to water them.)
So I got up and watered them. And now here I sit, writing this post in declaration of my newfound devotion, after feeling like I got a satisfied, ‘That’s a good start,’ and a pat on the head from her.
