I've been pondering which deity is a patron for my career field and I, very suddenly realized, that is it share by Hermes, Apollo, and Dionysus almost equally. It's a very niche field and it was a very BAM thought that came to me. Those three really are found together or worshipped together a lot. Huh. I've worshipped Dionysus for a long time, and have started to worship Hermes quite a bit more in recent months, but have never really worshipped Apollo. He has a place on my altar, but I've always felt a block or a very big hesitancy in worshipping him. Has anyone else felt this way about a deity?

I burned some strawberry incense to Hermes this morning and asked him to aid me in my athletic endeavors, and then I had a major breakthrough in my technique that I've been working on for the last 6 months with little improvement. I don't really pray or offer anything to him besides for roadtrips, even though he is one of the patron gods of my career field. It was really a spur of the moment "I should offer this incense to Hermes" moment. I think I'm going to try to build kharis with him more and actually worship.

I find Hygeia in the habits that I have built in honor of her. I see her in the snake I drew in sharpie on my container of floss. I floss now because of it. I wear my compression braces to work, and I feel her in the lack of pain because of that new habit. I brush my teeth both in the morning and at night instead of just nights because I think of her. My daily medicine container sits with her snake on my altar, and I see her both day and night, guiding my hands in taking it. I praise Hygeia of Health.

I find Tyche, not just in four leaf clovers and rabbit's feet, but in the casinos of my childhood. Oh Tyche of the royal flush, oh Tyche of the roulette wheel, oh Tyche of the slot machine. I see her in the blinding lights in the casinos, where time is meaningless, and the drinks keep coming, and the smoke that hangs in the air. I find her in the loser and the winner and the feeling of "this one I'll win" that both of them hold. I praise you, Tyche of the casino.

I find Artemis in, not the forest, but in the wilderness of my childhood in the American Southwest. Standing, barefoot in the sands, watching over the wastes. I find her in the dust devils and in the gritty survival of animals hidden in their tunnels. I find her staring, moon high, when the desert comes alive at night, away from the beating, deadly, sun. I find her hidden in a patch of cacti, ready to strike, as if she was a rattlesnake, or perhaps a scorpion. I praise her, Artemis of the desert.

Y'all. Who do I pray to for my coworkers to stop being dumb as fuck. Truly obscene amounts of stupidity in my place of work these days. Who raised them and how are they alive?