Markos shares his experience of the Feast of Dionysian Kings:
My cat is a loud, bossy thing that delights in getting in my way when I cook, so I feed him before cooking so he satisfied. This always works. But not that night, that night he was acting really weird, weirder than usual. After giving him his meal he refused to go near it and sat on the chair in the kitchen watching everything I did. He didn’t make a noise nor get in my way, just sat there like a statue of Bastet. Then when it came to the feast he jumped from his chair and ate his food with us. I’ve never seen anything like that and take it as a sign.
As does Aridela:
That’s part of what makes me break down into tears as I drive home. The madness I keep close, crashing in. The full reality of life, that it may truly be all as connected as I hope and fear, every single detail and moment like a grand spiderweb. Seeing the connections but not the meaning. So many synchronicities lately. The life and the inevitability of death. Like I’m a piece of ocean put into a tea kettle. It’s all heat and stress and steam, and my primal source and fate and the why’s of it all are distance concepts I can only try to grasp while I bubble over.
Tagged: dionysos, festivals, heroes, spirits
