The last month has presented many changes, both physical and spiritual. In the past month, I've dealt with some mobility-limiting injuries, preparation for the July birthdays in my household, and the completion of two novels, ready for publication. During this time, when I allowed myself to be still and quiet my mind, I could hear a call to connect with the gods. With all of my real-world distractions, I wasn't making time for it. Then I heard someone else reciting a prayer for logic, calm, and open minds. It was so beautiful and well sung, the inspiration to write my own prayer to one of the gods with whom I work, led to the following.
The tale of Tiamat could be seen as a creation story. It could be seen as patriarchy overwhelming matriarchy. If there are those that honor this creatrix, this goddess of chaos, I did not find them. I did however find a tale of her fate. A tale of a wounded heart: first by the patriarch’s threat to her children, then by the death of her consort before a final death claimed her. Yet if she lives on in memory, is she truly dead? I don't know. Mayhap, her inclusion in the god “graveyard” was deserved though not in the fashion the atheists intended.