Although I plan a more thorough post of my Lenaia celebrations, I am on a post-ritual high and tipsy and just feel like shouting "IAKKHOS, IAKKHOS!" and "Happy Lenaia!" and innumerous other praises of the god. And yes, innumerous is not a word, until now... it means numinous and innumerable.
Praise be to the god who comes...
Every ecstasy every time is an illumination, it never ceases to amaze me. You, any You who read this, you sometimes don't know how powerful your intention is... You get what you give. The god needs us and we need him. It is.
I danced and danced for Him, and I will dance some more. The Lenaia is not over yet, oh no.