death, snow & chaos

In the winter twilight, everything is covered by a deep cover of snow. I doubt snow ever fell in Egypt, but walking in it always makes me feel close to some of the Names.

Wesir, the dead god who lives: everything in the ground is dead, but the potential for new growth still lives. Wesir is the force the of the black (fertile) land, and as Sokar-Wesir he is the potentiality for life that is inert, just before live is sparked anew.

Nebt-het, friend of the dead. The peace of the snow, the quiet hush that falls. The changed landscape. The harshness that is full of beauty.

Set, lord of chaos and changes. The routines that are spun like cars on ice, forcing us to reconsider how we normally do things. Car accidents and upset schedules and neighbours helping each other out.