My father told me once, “Just about the first thing I do every morning is to look out to see which way the wind's blowing.”
Makes sense. You can't see the Winds, but they get around; they're the speediest of gods. And they're messengers: they bear information, to those minded to pay attention. When you know which direction the wind's blowing from, you can look into the future and see what kind of weather the day is likely to bring. Winds certainly bear sound. And scents, well: we mammals have been living by our noses for an awfully long time now.
To the ancestors, the Winds were gods. Chances are, you can (maybe with a little effort) rattle off Boreas, Eurus, Notus, Zephyrus. In India, Persia, Russia, the Baltics, and Italy, as well as in Greece, they sacrificed to the winged Winds.
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My pleasure, Shirl. Your comment strikes me as itself a pretty good nutshell definition of paganism! -
That was lovely mix of history, personal experience and a thoughtful, succint look at the presence of the Gods embodied within phy
