foxesandflames:

Sometimes I think I’m a bad devotee.

Because I don’t tend my altar as much as much as I’d like and it gathers dust. Because I barely ever remember to give offerings and when I do, I forget to dispose of them before they’re crusty and gross.

But then I started keeping track of how often I think about my gods. How often I’ll hear a statement and immediately think “___, probably.” (thanks incorrectedda). How often I’ll se artwork and start flailing about how it Looks Like Them or how it reminds me of a piece of lore. Most importantly, how often I look at my actions and behavior and think “I hope ___ is proud of me” or even “this isn’t who ___ would want me to be”.

My gods are always with me, on my mind and in my heart, and I think that’s what really matters.

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