Food for the Gods
Spouse had made the cream-cheese fruit dip. I was cutting strawberries into halves, and arranging the berries and snippets of grapes on the outer edges of a platter, with space in the middle for the dip. Finished the arranging, placed the dip… ahhh, lovely!
*tap-tap-tap*
I could almost see the eyes of the gods and land spirits looking hungrily at the platter. Obligingly, I set aside some of the goodies into a small painted bowl, and included a side of cornmeal and bird seed (the land spirits here love that, too). Brought it out to the porch, spoke the offering, and set it down. If it wasn’t breezy already, I probably would have felt a whoosh! from those partaking.
I have found that the gods/spirits prefer offerings that are creatively handled in some way. I used to try to offer a plain piece of fruit (because I can be lazy like that), but the fruit would just sit there, as if the gods/spirits shrugged their shoulders and said “Meh, you have it.” But if I sectioned the orange, maybe sprinkle a little coconut and rosewater over the top… they’re all over it. Perhaps as expressing creativity can feed us, it feeds the gods/spirits as well.
