So, I’ve been struggling to make my spirituality a bit more of a habit in my day-to-day. And it’s not turning out to be easy — or, considering that it isn’t hard, it’s not turning out to happen quickly — as I seem to do pretty well during the week when each day has a structure, but on the weekend, when I get up the day is spent playing catch-up with the kids and the time to find a bit of peace in front of my home altar is hard for me to work into my established routine.
Nonetheless, the meaning I took from the kindred refusing my offering at the equinox and the tarot cards I laid afterwards, was that I needed to put more effort into my spirituality as such.
Up to now, that’s worked well during the week, including meditations (more often with Headspace than the two-powers, which I should work into my day more) and devotions. A new bit that I’ve introduced in my devotions is picking an ancestor, either of blood or spirit, each day to speak to directly. This has been both helpful, and difficult, as I don’t always know what to say, and because I’m including my wife’s blood ancestors, and I found them difficult to speak to in life. Perhaps that’s why it’s good for me.
Unfortunately, other things are slipping. The bird feeder I liked before I thought of it was a way to give a little something extra to the nature spirits is seldom filled, and I seldom have time to watch the birds. As I mentioned, the two-powers meditation is something I do when I find myself alone outside (it just feels better outside), but that’s not super often.
Still, a phrase that’s brought my comfort before and brings me comfort in this situation is: “I have the rest of my life to get this right.” Which isn’t to say that I can procrastinate, but that small changes, if continuous, will do the job for me.
And that’s something I can commit to.