Yes and no. Yes, I’d think, as you described it, but no, if you mean to the exclusion or partial exclusion of other deities. The more recon you get the more you tend to be expected to honor a set list of deities you’re “supposed” to honor. So while devotional practices can certainly fit that framework, it’d be a lot harder to argue the recon status of a practice that was ONLY devoted to that entity.
That’s all thrown out depending on the personification, mind you. There are a lot that the young’uns today would go “I want to worship HIM, he sounds cool and edgy” that the ancient Greeks (and therefore a reconstructionist) would look at and go “DON’T MAKE EYE CONTACT DON’T MOVE HE’S LIKE A T REX IF YOU DONT MOVE HE CANT DEVOUR YOU OH GOD I’M SO SCARED”
so there are certain entities or personifications where no matter how traditional you tried to make your practice, the worship of that entity is automatically not reconstructionist just because ain’t nobody worshiped them.
Horkos, the entity who enforces oaths, comes to mind. And Thanatos. There are a lot of entities and personifications and even the Big Deities where you respected them and appreciate the vital role they have in the galaxy and yet at the same time never ever ever ever ever wanted them to notice your existence.
Orphic Hymn 32, “To Athena” (author unknown; date perhaps between 200 CE and 250 CE)
Dedicated to terpsikeraunos
Only-born Pallas, august offspring of great Zeus,
Heavenly one, blessed goddess, you raise up war-tumult with mighty heart.
You are both spoken of and beyond speech; great is your name, o dweller in caves.
You haunt the lofty peaks of hills and shady mountains,
But your mind delights in valleys, too.
Weapons are your joy- you sting men’s souls with madness,
O maiden fond of exercise, you with your terrifying spirit.
O Gorgon-slayer, no marriage-bed for you; you are the prosperous mother of crafts-
You urge men ever onward, bestowing frenzy on the wicked, but prudence on the good.
You were born both male and female; battle is your offspring; you are cunning incarnate,
O goddess of shifting forms, o serpent, lover of divine possession, Athena of splendid honor.
You struck down the Phlegraean giants, o horse-driving goddess,
Tritogeneia, undoer of evils, divine bringer of victory
By day and by night, forever into the final hours.
Hear me as I pray: grant me peace attended by great wealth
Along with satiety and health, in seasons full of prosperity,
O gray-eyed goddess, inventor of crafts, much-entreated queen.
Παλλὰς μουνογενής, μεγάλου Διὸς ἔκγονε σεμνή,
δῖα, μάκαιρα θεά, πολεμόκλονε, ὀμβριμόθυμε,
ἄρρητε, ῥητή, μεγαλώνυμε, ἀντροδίαιτε,
ἣ διέπεις ὄχθους ὑψαύχενας ἀκρωρείους
ἠδ’ ὄρεα σκιόεντα, νάπαισί τε σὴν φρένα τέρπεις,
ὁπλοχαρής, οἰστροῦσα βροτῶν ψυχὰς μανίαισι,
γυμνάζουσα κόρη, φρικώδη θυμὸν ἔχουσα,
Γοργοφόνη, φυγόλεκτρε, τεχνῶν μῆτερ πολύολβε,
ὁρμάστειρα, φίλοιστρε κακοῖς, ἀγαθοῖς δὲ φρόνησις·
ἄρσην μὲν καὶ θῆλυς ἔφυς, πολεματόκε, μῆτι,
αἰολόμορφε, δράκαινα, φιλένθεε, ἀγλαότιμε,
Φλεγραίων ὀλέτειρα Γιγάντων, ἱππελάτειρα,
Τριτογένεια, λύτειρα κακῶν, νικηφόρε δαῖμον,
ἤματα καὶ νύκτας αἰεὶ νεάταισιν ἐν ὥραις.
κλῦθί μου εὐχομένου, δὸς δ’ εἰρήνην πολύολβον
καὶ κόρον ἠδ’ ὑγίειαν † ἐπ’ εὐόλβοισιν † ἐν ὥραις,
γλαυκῶφ’, εὑρεσίτεχνε, πολυλλίστη βασίλεια.
Athena overpowers the giant Enceladus. Interior of an Attic red-figure stemmed dish; unknown artist; ca. 525 BCE. Now in the Louvre.
Don’t argue with me I’m good at math
I love owls they are goofy precious beasties and their eyes are cool. Tote bags are ??? I don’t think I have any feelings about them. I don’t like carrying large bags if I can help it. I have a tendency to lose shawls because I talk with my hands and have narrow shoulders and thus they slide off. I’m really lazy and don’t typically bother with clothes that I have to put effort into keeping on me ^^;
fun fact: 86% of drivers in south louisiana have never heard of a turn signal, also known as a blinker
14% seems awfully fuckin generous to me
how we must seem to them.
blighted flower petals. fading light.
a fleeting fragrance in cupped hands.
fragile leaves with fragile veins.
you will carry eternity under your tongue:
a wish, a kiss, a prayer. a petition.
you will look for the answers in stones
and birds and bones and the growth of moss.
the fox that cries. the music you do not play.
you will eat wild locusts and honey, you
wear your love like chains around your neck.
like a locket. like a noose.
it isn’t enough. you cannot taste their light.
you cannot balance a scale with a single feather
and all the gold in the universe.
Anonymously (or not) message me (3) things you want to know about me.
So if someone, anyone really, were to say…give me Sabriel/Touchstone prompts that’d be cool. Smutty, cute, romantic, whatever.
Ya know. Just a thought.
Sabriel’s pre-wedding jitters because being married to the king means politics and isn’t being Abhorsen enough responsibility already?
The first time Touchstone starts to berserk out at a diplomatic function and how Sabriel steps in and calms him
Sabriel introducing Touchstone to her former schoolmates as they start reestablishing political relations with Ancelstierre
Finding out Sabriel’s pregnant (with optional morning sickness while fighting a Free Magic creature)
Their conversations with Sam after Orannis’s binding, and the apologies on all sides
Their first anniversary
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.