Every morning I make a small offering to the gods, usually incense or a fragrant candle. When I light the flame, I say, “Hail Hestia, First and Last.” I then raise the flame to the heavens and say, “Beloved Theoi. Let this offering be a sign of the bond of love and trust between us.” I raise the flame higher and say, “Hail Theoi.”
Some mornings I feel like a total lazy ass. Some mornings working up the energy to make even this small offering seems impossible. But then I think, what if the gods approached their care of me with the same blasé attitude? What if Hermes slouched in front of the boob tube and said, “Yeah, I’ll get to that prayer after the next commercial”?
I realized that when you pray and/or make offerings to the gods, you always get back exponentially more than you put in, but you do have to put in something.