Wanderer's Day - Painter-in-Rust
Earlier this year I did some divination to come up with a set of sort of "feast days" for my deities, as a way to break them out of the usual Fire of the Year cycle, make sure I celebrated them at other times, and generally have more excises to talk about them.
Today is the day of the Painter-in-Rust.
The Painter-in-Rust is the deity within the Wanderers pantheon who is concerned with entropy, endings, and what can come after them. I wasn’t surprised that this day came when Autumn is really setting in, as we head toward Fading Fire when it turns to winter. All around us, things are ending, in clean ways and messy ones. The Painter’s work never stops, their brush filled with the very results of the breakdown itself.
The Painter asks us to remember, in times like this, that things always end, and change into other things. What ends need to be brought to well-worn structures in your life? How can you help them along, and what can you do with what’s left over?
To me, the Painter presents as a combination of sharp and soft. Bright talons and dark feathers, or keen teeth and thick fur. Their colors are those of wearing-down, dark browns and grays, bone white, and of course rusty red. They're offered to last, not to be propitiated against their attention, but to help remember that our work, like theirs, never ends even when there's an ending.
Hail to You, Sharp-Taloned Painter-in-Rust.
