So toasterstrumpet brought up an interesting point on Facebook this morning. I noted via Twitter that I passed two dead birds this morning, both being eaten by other birds. One was at my apartment complex, the other here in front of my office. Her response was to note that it’s rather Morrighan-like. After thinking about the dreams I’ve been having and the odd pull towards the Morrighan statue that sits next to my bed, I think I might have to agree.
The night before last, I dreamt that a small, winged creature crept out from under the table I have next to my bed. It crawled up onto my bed and put its hands around my neck, creeping to close to me that I began to feel claustrophobic. I woke myself up by flexing my abs so hard they cramped in an attempt to get it off my chest.
Birds have been trying to get my attention for weeks, but this is the first time it’s been so bloody and so pointedly locational.
And She’s appropriate on many fronts in my life right now. I started with Her – She was the first deity I ever set up an altar for or did devotional work with. Right now She’s sitting next to my bed and for whatever reason, I’ve been pulled to Her – despite the Dionysos, Ariadne, Artemis and Cybele statues that also occupy my space.
I think I’m going to set up an altar, start doing some devotional work. I’ve been thinking a lot about ways to re-integrate a connection to the divine into my life. I think this is it.