This is my virtual altar -- a place I can come to pray, pay respects, and even leave offerings of poetry, art, and symbolic images. Feel free to use this page similarly, if desired, or to take a moment to rest, if you are not a Dionysian. I wish you well either way.

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My virtual altar, which depicts the interior of a temple, a statue of Dionysus, an abundance of fruits and grapes as well as wine goblets, and strings of ivy.

Dionysus -- Grant me release from reason, strength to step away from safety, faith to follow heart alone, will to close my eyes to habit, to let go of comfort, to welcome change, to bear what is torn away.


The world is mad --

and so I embrace it

Sanity is only a state of mind

The world wants me small and quiet --

and so I will be ravenous and roaring

I will find the things they hold dear and rip them apart with my very hands

So the punishment is too harsh for the crime -- so what?

To forgive is only divine by

Their law

and Their book

not mine

Offering left 7/21/2024


"There is nothing that can be so firmly bound, by illness, wrath, or by any fortune, that cannot be released by the Lord Dionysus!"

"Everything Dances, Nothing Stands Still"

"Bios, Thanatos, Dionysos."

Offering left 7/18/2024. Shorter mantras and chants to say during prayer.



Dionysos, deep-hearted one who knows the souls

of mortals, whose hand is ever open,

ever within reach. Dionysos, god who runs

in the dark, who sees with eyes shut tight, who dances

to the heart's strong beat, ever are you yourself,

ever constant, ever changing god of those

who are trapped, those who seek your truth and their own,

those who seek vision beyond seeing, those who seek

wisdom beyond knowledge, those who seek the self,

pure and sweet, those who seek clarity beyond

definition, who seek to embrace the uncertain,

to hold, but loosely, to what is true beyond trust.

Offering left 7/8/2024. Prayer found here.


I forget how good this city feels in the dying days of summer,

the sun finally dipping past the trees and condos

'Til I'm standing on the edge of sundown with that shade against my face

and I feel You there in the shadow

in the song of persistence that I sing with my friends

in the sychronized crowd and the tang of my beer

You might be the god of wine, but why discriminate

when it's all a good time?

Offering left 9/22/2023