Each night I set aside some time to just sit and reflect on my Gods and Spirits. I push all other thoughts and concerns out of my mind to give them space in my head to do with as they please. It’s not prayer or meditation or an attempt to connect and communicate with them, though it can sometimes lead to those things. Most often I’m just thinking about them. How they have appeared to me in the past, the symbols and other things associated with them, myths and scholarly theories, songs and mantras and memorable bits of literature and poetry concerning them; all this I go over and get lost in. This is usually when I make my random connections and intuitive leaps which I later blog about. It’s just one of the devotional practices I have in my arsenal, and doesn’t take the place of the others – but it is something I can do to sustain my connection to them even through the fog of pain and illness when offerings, formal prayers and my ecstatic practices are a little harder to manage.