Some days for me are characterized by the sheer power of my desire to pray. It often doesn’t matter if the god in question, which is almost always Bragi, doesn’t respond; it’s comforting enough to know that he hears my adoration and acknowledges it as he has always done before. A series of “I love you”s repeated like an incantation can allow me to fall asleep.
I think maybe one other person knows that my shrine is built on top of a personal fridge. It’s not some deep dark secret, but I like being able to maximize the space available to me for utilitarian purposes as much as possible. I am by no means a minimalist when it comes to decorating my space, but multipurpose furniture and tools make me happy. Perhaps the reason why they do is that I constantly find myself running out of room. But I digress…
There isn’t much in the fridge. I think the only things in it now are a load of pineapple juice, some Redd’s, and a couple boxes of ice cream sandwiches in the top freezer section.
Redd’s apple ale tastes delicious. As I stood out on the deck and took the first sip from the bottle, I briefly wondered how much of it I could allow myself to drink before the drinking became more for me than for Bragi. As I ever am, I was struck by how much Redd’s actually tastes like apples.
After a few sips, I stopped and tipped the rest of the bottle out onto the lawn, enjoying the scent of the incense I’d placed out before making the libation, and then I went to bed. I fell asleep thinking about writing about the more casual bits of my practice.
After I woke up this morning, I saw that the Bragi illustration I’d commissioned from Milbeth Morillo had arrived, along with the Þórr illustration that I’d bought the original of as well.
I spent a bit of time painting the frame insert brown to match the color schemes of my shrine, and after that was done, I hung both illustrations on the wall.
Perhaps a minute later, while I was cleaning my palette and brush in the sink, it started thundering. Though it was only a brief storm, and even the rain passed quickly, it was loud enough to make a point. Upon coming back to my room, Þórr’s smile seemed to radiate such warmth. I know Bragi is pleased as well, and so am I.