Sometimes he is wind and darkness.
Sometimes a light so bright you cannot see.
He is fire and water.
He is the wolf and the dragon.
One and a Twin.
Things are very “Manannan” right now. It kinda slipped my mind that it was time for Them to Switch. Well far past time, the Switch is generally around Beltaine (May 1st-ish). The Other stuck around longer then usual, it’s only been since about the middle of June that He “left”. I’ve yet to figure out if the two of Them are two different aspects of the same God, or REALLY are two different Gods, Divine Twins, who are so similar and work so closely together that it’s almost impossible to tell where One ends and the Other begins.
*photo from a Google search for ” Jason Mamoa Aquaman”, cuz my Gods like to use modern imagery quite often
About a week ago I was standing, bouncing my baby who was unhappy and in need of sleep. We were both exhausted and grumpy, she was teething badly. I was silently praying for help, for strength, for patience. Sometimes it’s Gods that come when I call. Sometimes it’s Family. This time it was my Paternal Grandfather who came. I had my head resting on hers gently and as I took calming breaths and she finally settled, I could smell him. I could feel his warm loving presence.
Hail to my Grandfather.
I’ve been a little melancholy since we moved. Our home is facing a totally different direction so the constellations are entirely new. The other heavenly bodies are in different places. I haven’t heard coyotes in almost two months. Last night though, I heard one clearly, near our place. There was one who answered, muffled, from a distance. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them. How much I’ve been missing Him. I almost burst into tears.
Sometimes my Beloved looks like this.
El rostro de la Muerte by Oscar Diaz