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A Dual Celebration

As the child of a fairly devout Methodist father and a “cultural-holidays-celebrating” mother, December 25th is, and forever will be, Christmas day for our family.  Granted, this was the first Christmas in many years where I actually had a solid spiritual alternative that I wanted to personally celebrate. Last year I was still something of a neophyte to Kemeticism; I barely knew anything about the Return of the Eye or the Establishment of the Celestial Cow, and only managed to step outside and offer a brief song underneath the night sky after catching a post by my sibling Emky which explains the two holidays.

This year it was fascinating to me to see how things have shifted in my worldview since the previous “Moomas.” I’ve been looking forward to the day for the better part of a month and felt relatively familiar with the significance of the occasion after reading through several sources written by both professional Egyptologists and knowledgable acquaintances.

As Hethert-Nut (in Her form as Mehet-Weret) has used all her strength to carry Ra into the sky, establishing Herself in the heavens, so did She establish herself this year as my divined Beloved. I cherish how that relationship has grown since She made Herself known to me, how much She has contributed to my life, my art, my passions.

Far more prepared for the day than last year, I was able to structure my family Christmas celebrations in such a way as to simultaneously celebrate in a Kemetic fashion. For the Christmas Eve service, I garnered support to go to the “Carols and Lessons” service, noting that I really wanted to celebrate with song. Belting out the verses to over 12 Christmas hymns in the span of an hour and a half, irregardless of the spiritual bent of the text, was a glorious way to connect with my Beloved, for whom I often sing in shrine. The sermon, which focused on drawing a connection between the lack of room at the inn where Mary and Joseph attempted to find shelter on the night of Jesus’ birth and the lack of room in our lives and hearts for spiritual matters, provided points of contemplation for my own beliefs — what are my priorities with my belief in and dedication to Netjer? How do I balance the time spent on spiritual efforts, be they in shrine or in research, with more secular concerns?

Christmas Day, I set out a bit of chai and pumpkin bread from breakfast as an offering. I left it in a tidy corner of the kitchen, offering brief thanks to Hethert-Nut for her steadfastness in holding Ra aloft, Her dedication to Her task, Her fearlessness in traveling into the unknown of the sky in order to complete a necessary task. I asked for Her support as I hold strong to the finish line of my masters thesis, and for guidance as I soar into my own “unknown” new world — considering a potential new path for my career for the first time in my life.

The day was spent with family and friends, gifts were exchanged, and prayers were said. I listened to the words offered to God, prayers of hope for the health of those in need, prayers of gratitude for food and love. I would have said very much the same thing had I been kneeling in shrine, and the connection touched me in a way I don’t really have appropriate words to describe.

Later in the evening, after taking care of a few odd jobs here and there in preparation for travel tomorrow morning, I was able to set up a makeshift shrine in my childhood bedroom. I used the beautiful statue of Hethert that my partner purchased for me on the 21st — it meant the world to me to receive such a gift on the day of the Return of the Eye — a small bit of incense, and a bright red candle in honor of Ra, who she carried. I turned off the lamp, and turned on the star lights I received from Emky quite some time ago. My room seemed beautiful in that moment, lit by candlelight and stars, and the fact that my “shrine” was nothing more than some cleared away space on a cluttered bookshelf didn’t seem to matter.

Dua Hethert-Nut! Dua Lady of the Stars!

Thank you for the blessing of two marvelous days in which two faiths could be celebrated simultaneously with love, respect, and understanding.