Offering to the river spirits.one thing I rarely hear mentioned is how animism makes for a deep joy and also a sense of respect (at your peril). Living with spirits (in-spired) is a constant call to reciprocity and mindfulness. I am often prompted to make spontaneous offerings, usually of something I have on my person (hair, water, crushed herbs, seeds...a witch purse holds many options...) to plants, animals, place wights, stones. Some offerings require more planning and sustained attention. If I wish to ask the river spirit for support in clearing an attachment or transforming a relationship, I may hold a daily ritual of relationship over many moons, then request and listen for the answer (if you can’t hear a yes from the spirits it is always a no or try later—if you don’t have a relationship don’t bother asking unless you feel an offer—more on this another day). Relationships are built over time, some take more effort than others. But when you feel the quince spirit calling from across the city, or the bay tree tremble with delight on your approach, that—like all reciprocal love—is joy.
The living world is hungry for a re-membering. All peoples on this planet have ancestral traditions that are rooted in animism, in place, in reciprocity and respect. My ancestral traditions are frayed by centuries (in some cases millennia) of transcendent historical (read: written) religion and colonist mentalities, are overlaid with a rictus of fear. But as I deepen into my lineage I find the vættir, the fey, the magical web. Stretched, frayed, forgotten, but never broken.
By this and every effort may the balance be regained.ᚨᛚᚢ - 4 minutes ago