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The Wiccan’s Glossary

Small Devotional Acts to Ægir

Share a drink with Him.

Love the beauty of the ocean, but in turn recognize it’s danger.

Cook a wonderful meal for your loved ones.

Visit the ocean.

Support local breweries.

Work on being a more giving person.

Make a small sacrifice in His honor.

Save money.

Collect ocean smoothed stones, pieces of shell or coral, or driftwood.

Build an altar to the sea with your findings.

Leave little gifts of bread or mead for Him.

Share with those who are less fortunate than you.

Teach yourself to tie common sailing knots.

Be merry.

Don’t let others force you into something you wouldn’t otherwise do.

Learn to brew beer at home.

Comb the beaches for trash and properly dispose of findings.

Donate to ocean protection organizations.

Fill a bowl with saltwater and leave it for Him.

Wear shades of the ocean or tones of treasure.

Honor His wife Rán.

Be friendly and hospitable to those who differ from you.

Throw a party for your close friends.

Don’t let materialism consume you. Money is important, but one shouldn’t live for it.

Be an open person.

Provide literal or metaphorical shelter to those in your life who need it.

Spend time with those you love.

Ride out the storms in your life, for just as the tide changes, so will your situations.

If you ever feel like you must be the most unobservant person in the world, remember: I once spent half a year failing to notice that my new favourite restaurant was a money-laundering front for the Ukrainian mafia.

(I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but in retrospect, the fact that it was always dead no matter the time of day - I think the busiest I ever saw it was five people, myself included - well, that should have been a tipoff. Also, the waitstaff kept calling me “Mr. Prokopetz”, which I had assumed was just part of the restaurant’s gimmick, but given that “Prokopetz” is a Ukrainian surname, I’m now force to wonder whether they’d thought I was, you know, in the business. I just liked the pierogi!)

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Here’s a bird in their hunter gear 

I don’t speak with anyone for a week. I just sit on a stone by the sea.

Anna Akhmatova, from Plantain

… and there is something about the achingly bright expanse of blue that makes me feel infinitely placid, infinitely calm, infinitely spacious. Something there is about the ceaseless, unperturbed ebb and flow … about the vast masses of green-blue water … that heals all my uneasy questionings and self-searchings.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter

You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace of the deepest sea, which is easier than the noise and flesh of the surface.

Margaret Atwood, from Eurydice

The sea has many voices, Many Gods and many voices.

T.S. Eliot, from The Dry Salvages

Look there: how she approaches impatiently over the sea. Do you not feel the thirst and the hot breath of her love? She would suck at the sea and drink its depth into her heights; and the sea’s desire rises toward her with a thousand breasts. It wants to be kissed and sucked by the thirst of the sun; it wants to become air and height and a footpath of light, and itself light.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra

The sea is working, working in my silence.

Pablo Neruda, from Nothing More

She knows what she wants: she wants to remain standing still in the sea. And so she remains. The woman neither receives nor transmits. She does not need to communicate. She knows that she is gleaming from the water, the salt and the sun. In some obscure way her dripping hair is like that of a shipwrecked person.

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or the Book of Delights

I wish you a kinder sea.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter

“To the sky shot up the Deep’s Gledes, With fearful might the sea surged: Methinks our stems the clouds cut,- Rán’s Road to the moon soared upward.”

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