I think I shall leave something out for the local nymphai….

This last week, the birds haven’t been as greedy at the feeders as they usually are.

And I woke up earlier (technically yesterday) to the sight of the large bottle of apple cider vinegar I keep by the door to neutralise cat urine from the various strays, and it had somehow been moved to the middle of the floor.

Outside, there was a mysterious female garden gnome statue in front of the condemned place next door.

Now, logically, the statue might have showed up cos there are various bums and such who like to break drink behind that house, and *maybe* one of the cats just had the urge to attack the vinegar, and that’s where it laid after, but with the birds mysteriously reluctant to the wonderful buffet I set out for them combined with the other noted weirdness, I’m certainly leaning to the notion that Someone might be trying to get my attention.

And really, female garden gnomes are pretty rare. Especially this one –more a Phrygian cap than a tall cone commonly assoviated with gnomes, and designed kind of on the “young” side. If it’s still there, I should get a picture (at the very least).

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

On the lifespan of tree nymphai

I just left this comment on another blog, and figured I’d share it here, cos I’ve been meaning to say it or something similar for a while, but just couldn’t think of the best way to dedicate a whole post:

See?  She's stil there!

See? She’s stil there!

Just to pick a nit, but cutting a tree to a stump doesn’t necessarily kill it; most species of deciduous tree will naturally (often very quickly) re-sprout new branches that continue on, because the root system is still alive. Cutting certain trees is more like amputating a regenerating limb from the nymph they’re aligned with –it’s not like cutting a person in half across the waist, it’s like pulling an arm off a sea star. Also, the “living stump” phenomenon can happen if the roots of a tree that doesn’t typically re-sprout naturally end up grafted to a nearby living tree of the same species.

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To continue with that:

Thinking of cutting down a tree as necessarily “killing its nymph” is erroneously thinking of the theoi and daimones in ways that correspond with humans. While I do believe that the theoi and daimones do share traits with humans (or rather, we share some of Their traits), they’re still inherently different, even mortal nymphai are not mortal in the same way that humans are. So much of a tree’s life is below the surface of the soil, and just cos we cannot see it doesn’t mean it ceases to be; cutting a tree to a stump does not necessarily kill it —in my own experiences, more often than not, the tree is still alive. Therefore, cutting a tree alone cannot necessarily kill its nymph.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

To the Hylêôroi

Watchers of the woods, fair maidens of aether.
Forming rings of history for centuries
Giving all of Gaia’s creatures
Shelter from the storms
Spreading cones in the north
Cycling colours in temperate climes
And Equatorial with green tresses always
In the wild standing many
But still in the cities strong
See your dependents well.

Also, Woot a gorgeous t-shirt today. You should buy one.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.