My daily practice is two-fold: libations to Frigg and a yoga flow and/or meditation.
In the last few weeks, I have been making [almost] daily libations to Frigg. I have a lovely blue and white ceramic bowl in which I make powdered milk in the morning. As I go about the day, I pause to look at the milk and think about my connection with Frigg. In the evening, the Littles help me pour out the milk into the front garden, not far from Witchlette’s Fae house. Witchling specifically enjoys helping me with “bations”, always beginning with “Blessed Frigg”.
Daily offerings to Frigg are designed for her so they align with her. Yoga, however, is a bit less clear.
Yoga is an Eastern tradition, which I have been doing with some regularity, on and off between kiddos, since I was first discovering my path 10 years ago. While yoga is not something Frigg would have known and would have practiced, but I am able to reconcile each of these practices with the other. I use yoga to align my spiritual, mental, and physical health. I use yoga to help me get into a meditative mind frame to allow Magick to flow. As a seider, a seeress, this is something Frigg would have done herself. Different methodologies perhaps, but the same result.
Perhaps Frigg manifested today would be a Yogi.
After day 7, I noted that I was going to let go of all my excuses and do daily morning yoga again. That evening, I charged both my iPod and my speaker. But I left them plugged in downstairs over night and didn’t have them to do yoga yesterday morning. I almost forgot them downstairs again last night, but got out of bed to go downstairs and retrieve them. I set them up at my altar to be ready for yoga this morning.
Best laid plans… At about midnight, I gave up on Witchling spending the night in his own bed. Between the spill he took yesterday which left him with a knot on his forehead and the cold he is beginning, he needed to be held and unless he was in bed with us, I wasn’t going to get any sleep. Some sleep while being pummeled by a toddler is better than no sleep at all in my book. Yet, with him with me, there would be no yoga this morning either.
Tomorrow will be another try.
Between the libation to honor Frigg, which has included grounding and centering, and the impending return of morning yoga, I believe I’m in a good place for my spiritual health.
…not sure what’s going to come of the daily libations when the school year starts again… We shall see!