With several synchronitities, messages and convenient coming-togethers, Sekhmet made her desire to work with us at Lammas known, via the interest and teaching of my covenmate Mae.
Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.
Mine is a heart of corneal, the gnarled roots of a dogwood and the bursting of flowers.
I am the broken wax seal on my lover’s letters.
I am the phoenix, the fiery sun, consuming and resuming myself.
I will what I will.
Mine is a heart of carnelian, blood red as the crest of a phoenix.
- from the Egyptian Book of the Dead
I'm not sure we can truly feel Sekhmet's full power of the sun here, as in the desert, but Portland will soon be reaching temps of 90 to 100 degrees for the "dog days" (lion days?) of August, so we can try!
Finally, I plan to make a Sekhmet statue, based somewhat on the ones below. Work with this goddess, for me, seems to entail a place at the altar and a way to get in touch with her on a regular basis, though the sun-baked peak of high summer in the sign of Leo will soon pass.
My best tool at the moment is of course polymer clay, but I've always loved faience, so I hope to imitate the gritty blue stuff known as "Egyptian clay" in color and texture, which was often used for small devotional figures in ancient Egypt.
I especially like this one!
In these two she is crowned with the fiery solar disk
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