Things to put on your altar for hestia
-things that remind you of home/make you feel safe inside (ex: for me it’s vanilla, it reminds me of baking cookies, and is a very calming scent for me)
-candles (any really, find some you like. If no candles are avalible, electric ones or something that mimics the vibe if fire like a salt lamp will do)
-pigs (figurines, small plushies, a hand draw/carved one)
-offerings (even if you can’t burn them, fresh fruits/veggies, wine, or sparkling juice, food that tastes like home, what so you remember being home from your childhood)
-anything you like/ think SHE will like
Tag: hestia
@fyeahmyths two week summer myth event
Day 7: Western or Southern European Deity
→Hestia is a Greek virgin goddess of the hearth, architecture, and the right ordering of domesticity, the family, the home, and the state.
Hestia is….
Quiet morning sips from well-loved mugs.
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she is warmth. your heart finds its way home in the light of her smile, in the comfort of her hugs. she smells of sweet things — like cinnamon and vanilla and cookies pulled right out of the oven. she is sweeter still. a sister to any and all, she welcomes without prejudice, without judgment.
It’s really, really important to me that Hestia, the goddess of domesticity and the right ordering of families and homes, never married or had a “conventional” family life, even for the time in which the myths about her were written.
When I feel the goddesses
I inhale as sage burns. The smoke wraps around me and my mind quiets. It fills me and Hecate is there.
I have never felt Artemis with a bow in my hand. I have never been so skilled. instead, I sit next to her in old trees. We listen to the air.
Aphrodite is near me when I gaze at myself in the mirror and have no hateful thoughts about my body. She swims in my bath water, happy that I am taking care of myself.
Athena is in my intense need for battle and for standing my ground. She helps me flip the pages of my books.
Hestia is there in the candles I light. She flickers and dances in the flame, illuminating my face.
Hera beckons me when I hold my tongue. She stands by as I create my own healing in the silence.
Persephone is in the smell of spring. As the rain hits the pavement and falls down on me, I am in her embrace.
Demeter watches when I must compromise and when I must smile through aches to survive.
Hestia Prayer
Hestia, hear my breath as it circulates through me and as I exhale into others.
Hestia, listen to my wanderings and stumbles. Guide my feet as I try to find my way.
Hestia, Hestia, may I carry my home inside of me. Let my fire be lit by the journey’s lessons.
Praying for My Soul to Bloom
Athena,
Guide my mind into the open flames of change. Allow my old leaves to float away from my open hands.
Artemis,
Show me my way into the wilderness of thought, into the abysmal green lands that frighten. Let your creatures walk with me.
Aphrodite,
My soul searches for me, the body it carries is lost in an ocean of doubt. Wash my self-hatred from my throat.
Hera,
Butterfly wings pull me up into the evergreen trees, because you are a believer in hearts overcoming themselves.
Persephone,
Darkness isn’t always a terror, a rotten thing. It binds and comforts, allows for introspection. Grow signs along my path.
Demeter,
She knows I walk the path of the unmade. I have much to do, but I am not broken.
Hecate,
The wisp of wind exhales from my lips as newness is drawn into me. Love me through my transformation.
Hestia,
Watch as I stumble into a new welcoming place. The walk is uncomfortable, but you are holding my hand.
Water Witches 