Talk to Your Gods

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Sometimes, sometimes I will sit in my home (or stand in my shower). Sometimes I will lay on my floor, or on my bed and I will just start a story.

I have loved myths and stories ever since I can remember, I have loved telling stories ever since I can remember. (Ask my mom, apparently my kindergarten teachers were upset because during naptime no one wanted to sleep, they wanted to hear my stories, because I couldn’t sleep unless there WAS a story.)

So I keep telling stories, sometimes to no in particular and sometimes to my cat. 

There’s some One, though, who likes to listen. If I stop, there’s the ever quiet but stern whisper of, “no, continue.” It could be because the stories are often about Him, and his waters. Sometimes I’ll spend thirty minutes, talking to no-one-in-particular about how long and beautiful Hiis jaws are, how white and strong His teeth are. Sometimes I’ll get really into it, and talking about specific myths. Sometimes they are hard to continue, if I mention the punishment of the cutting of His tongue. Sometimes they are exciting and powerful in sheer size and completely 100% gloat-like. 

and sometimes they are just silly, and more for me. 

But I talk, I talk about them out loud. Sometimes I sing Him songs. 

He might not be listening, but he might be. When I talk aloud, when I weave my stories and become so engrossed in my own words. I breath life into their realities, I breath life unto Him. 

That gives me life, and I’m sure at least a chuckle to Him.

So yeah, talk to your Gods, talk to your God. Strike up a conversation and just go at it, forget what’s going on around you, forget what fears keep you up at night. Weave your stories, ask your questions, get things off your chest.

Maybe some One is listening, maybe they aren’t. It still helps, it still feels good.

It still feeds my faith.