Living in the shadows dampens your light…
EDIT TO ADD: Due to house closing stupidity the moving date has changed from the 20th to “TBD”. Effing stupid.
When I first moved into this apartment Aphrodite’s altar was a side table in the living room. I displayed my faith proudly. I never brought attention to it as I was trying to follow the Maxims of practicing religious silence. However I didn’t hide anything either.
About three years ago I made the horrible mistake of allowing people to move into my tiny one bedroom apartment. I had to take Aphrodite into my bedroom, since these people were camping out in my living room. Around this time Hermes came into my life. The only place I could fit him was in my narrow hallway. Both of my Patrons were effectively tucked out of sight.
Those people stayed in my apartment for a year. My devotions waxed and waned. I became so used to their positions in the household that, even after those people moved out I kept them where they were.
My SF came to visit and she asked me why I kept my Patrons hidden. I had no good answer for her. “Cause that’s how it’s been?” didn’t seem like a sufficient reason.
But now is a time for new beginnings. We are days away from moving into our new place. Days away from getting out of this apartment with floors so warped being blind drunk makes it easier to walk through the apartment, old roofing tiles in place of actual siding with insulation ensuring this place is freezing in the winter and sweltering in the summer, and days away from getting out of a room whose ceiling is being held up with duct tape.
I have a spot already picked out in the new apartment where the new altars will go, and I have the tall bookcases picked out as well. I’m excited, nervous, and hopeful. I hope that my religious life being out will help me reconnect to the deeper spirituality I had before.
T-3 days until moving day. May we be blessed with good weather.