I have been trying, though I can’t honest say with all my might, to avoid the vending machine pitfall.
To ask and ask and ask of the gods and give nothing in return.
To not honor Gebo.
To get a gift, you must give a gift.
Time and dedication to the gods each morning is one form of Gebo.
Even the term vending machine gods is a misnomer. Something is given to the vending machine. Money is exchanged for goods. But to perform rites and rituals to ask and not perform rites and rituals simply to honor, to not give Libations during said rituals…one has to put in time and effort to establish a relationship with people, animals, and deities.
The last three days, I have planned on waking early enough to do yoga, and perform and ritual for Frigg before Witchling arose and needed to be taken to the potty. The last three days, Witchling has arisen before my alarm and needed to get to potty before I had a chance to say anything. This morning was particularly rough on him. After waking at 5 with a full and uncomfortable bladder, I put him on the potty and then set him back to bed. About 10 minutes later, he was up again as his paci was under his pillow. Another 15 minutes and his noise machine had timed off. 30 minutes later, it’s now 5:50, the noise machine has timed off again. With both of us exhausted, I scooped him up and brought him to bed with me. Witchling snuggled in and was snoring before my head was on the pillow. Hubby’s alarm went off at 6:00 and he went about his morning. I silently dedicated the duties of the day, this time with my Littles, to Frigg. About 6:20 Witchlette came in and rested with us before bringing her toothbrush and toothpaste downstairs to get Hubby’s help.
Witchling arose on his own, refreshed and ready to take on the world at 7:00. Without that extra hour of rest for him, this day wouldn’t have been smooth. Through this dedication of the day, I was able to put forth some Gebo. I got crown chakra tingles then and I’m getting them now as I write this.
Give and ye shall receive.