Today is an unmarked feast day in my religious calendar. It doesn’t have a fixed date, but it’s normally anywhere between mid-September and mid-October. It signals the moment when the weather has clearly shifted and I stop my almost daily Summer bicycle rides to the beach, replacing them with urban jogging in preparation for March’s half-marathon. I never actually converted it into an actual festival, though my mind has been brewing the idea that it can be dedicated to Minerva. For one, because the practical end of Summer (as opposed to simply its formal end), with the rain and the drop in temperatures, means that my activities become much more indoor and thus more focused on reading, writing and crafting instead of only partially so. And secondly, since every year I offer Minerva my half-marathon medal, it makes sense that the start of my training should be a time to honour Her, even if not in an exclusive manner.
As it stands, however, it’s still a very fluid feast day, slowly taking shape, and this year I’ll be marking it by pouring libations to Janus, Mercury, the Lares Viales, Minerva, Apollo and Hercules. And adding to that, this morning I uttered a brand new prayer:
the Owl-Eyed Goddess!
I salute you this morning,
with good prayers and good heart,
hoping to honour you today and every day,
Noble Lady of the Olive Tree.
With my hands,
with my voice,
with my mind,
may I pay you sincere tribute,
and may you look kindly onto me and my family,
oh Goddess of One-Thousand Crafts.