In the next few days, I’ll be repeating the gesture, adding flowers, honey and possibly some music, but I also want to honour my family members who are buried elsewhere, in places that I cannot visit before the 22nd of February. To that end, today I’ll be going to an open field on the edge of the city and pour wine and wheat on the soil. For the earth has taken the bodies of my ancestors, in one way of another, so I ask Her to be my intermediate. I’ll also be pouring offerings on one of the local rivers, in honour of drowned family members, ’cause chances are that, at some point in the past, at least one of my ancestors probably died at sea or on water (sailing, riverside battles, accidents, etc.). Parentalia is also a good time to pay homage to Mercury Psychopomp; actually, I’d say He’s a god to turn to when honouring ancestors who are buried elsewhere or in an unknown location.
I’m also considering doing something connected to Ingui-Frey as Lord of Elves, namely honouring house elves or Byggvir and Beyla on the 21st in preparation for the Caristia. Sort of cleaning the house and getting food ready for the feast on the 22nd, but this is me attempting to integrate a Norse-inspired celebration into a Roman festive calendar, so it’s still work in progress.